Today is off to a good start. In case you weren’t sure, the italics were an indication I was being sarcastic. Though that never really translates well in text. So perhaps I should just say things are not off to a good start today.
Ewan woke up at 3am, and I had to get up and resettle him. Only to find Mum still up cleaning. Mum had an appointment today early and she knew she had to get to bed early.
So of course, this morning when I wake up at 8.05am, Mum has switched her alarm off, so I had to wake her. She normally takes a good 30 minutes to get up, go to the toilet, and take her medications, and Ewan really needed his morning shower (he was quite upset and the shower calms him), so I figured I was safe quickly giving him one whilst Mum went through the usual routine of getting up.
Unfortunately, this upset my Mum in a big way. Enough for her to take my and Ewan’s things and throw them across the lounge. Because it was our fault she was running late, and because I was so selfish not to break Ewan’s routine to let her have the bath room first. I explained to her I was fine with her getting ready whilst I was in there… and all she had to do was say so … but she would have none of it.
She continued in a grump till she left. Everything was, and is my fault. I am a selfish spoiled brat who cares for no one but myself. Apparently.
I know this isn’t true, but it still doesn’t leave me with a particularly nice feeling. Logically, I know the reason my Mum was late was because she choose to stay up late and because she turned her alarm off.
I find my motivation to do my assignments suddenly somewhat… lacking.
