At 7:33 a.m., I’m sound asleep (with earplugs in too) and what do I hear, right at my bedroom door, which startles me awake and scares the shit out of me….. My mother. Once again. Talking (ahem….I use that word loosely!) as loud as Andrea Bocelli singing one of his opera songs. Mind you, she’s talking this way to Grandma, and everything she is saying is proving once again her complete lack of patience. UGH!!
I’m so frustrated with this!!!!
I vented. I’m done.
Going to TRY to go back to sleep now.
P.S. I forgot to mention that I have not been feeling well (nerves, etc) and I’m trying to avoid ALL negativity. Doesn’t seem like she wants to cooperate with my plan to feel better. Oh well.Pin It