So my mum wants me to go and keep an eye on the house, while they are away. Water the flowers, and stuff. Except, it’s only two days over the weekend AND I already did it last weekend. AND I had shown her clearly that I was totally pissed about it not amused. This is how it goes:
“Hey, mum, you haven’t called in a week.”
“Yeah, I intended to, today… maybe tomorrow. Anyway, since you’re coming over to keep an eye on the house…”
“I’m… what?!?”
“Yeah, ’cause we’re going to spend the weekend have a great fun time with our friends…”
” Great. You could have told me that tomorrow. Why not? Mum, I can understand you’re a paranoiac, but I already did it last week and it’s no fun for me.”
“You’re studying all the time anyway.”
“Sure, but I prefer to do it at my place.” (Which is across the street from the park and in the middle of town, not some godforsaken suburban place.)
“Yeah, well, you see, your grandma is watching your 34-year old cousin and keeping him from entertaining sexual orgies doing stupid things at her place.” (He’s a complete idiot. She’s schizophrenic.)
“?!?”
“Uhu, you know that makes her sick and then I have to take care of her.”
“So, mum, what would you do, if I wasn’t there?”
“I wouldn’t leave for the weekend. But, of course, then our friends wouldn’t go either.”
“Mum, this is straightforward emotional blackmail.”
“Well, I don’t force you to. Take your own decision, I will deal with the consequences.”
You can see, my mother’s clearly the world’s most tragic heroine. I wish I wasn’t giving in again. But I will. ‘Cause, it’s not such a big deal after all and I will spare my dad the hours of whining he would have to endure otherwise.
But still, what would you do, if you were me?
