My mum annoys me some times. She called me to the kitchen to shout at me because in her opinion I am not cleaning it and I am leaving it all to here. Is she the one who washes most of the plates? No. Is she the one who sweeps the floor most of the time? No. I do not see why she is bloody complaining. I do the most I can yet it is always me being told of for not helping enough. My sisters are supposed to be cleaning their room and everyday there are clothes everywhere lining the floor. The get the occasional scalding now and then but I who actually do something am told of.
All she does is sit all day watching Nigerian Movies. Or she goes out to waste money. She went out all day yesterday, buying shoes and bags and dresses for my sisters prom - you would think she could bloody pop into Tesco and buy a loaf of bread. But no. It doesn't occur to her to buy food and then she complains, oh, why aren't you lot buying food. Like no! Just no. She took the money of my dad; complained to the people who gave him the money that he was not looking after us and she is being so bloody useless, shouting all the time - no not shouting, bloody H-O-W-L-I-N-G all the time like a mad person.
I really really really cannot wait to go to Uni then she will have no dish washer, no cleaner, no one to buy food and to make her tea every bloody minute. No one who she can order when she does sits doing nothing. One less person who she can shout at and make feel like shit.
I love my mum, really.
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