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It’s 9am.  I actually got a good night’s sleep last night.  I woke up at one point and had trouble getting back to sleep, but I got there, which I was very happy about.  I was rather looking forward to actually getting a decent 8 hours sleep.

Of course, this didn’t happen.  Half an hour ago my mother burst into my room, yelling and screaming about how I had to get up “RIGHT NOW.”  I thought there was an emergency or someone had died or something tragic.  This is how the conversation went.

Jayne:  “What’s happened??”
Mum:  “Your brother and the phone company are on the phone and want to speak to you NOW.”
Jayne:  “Wait, what? What’s the time?”
Mum:  “LATE! 8:30!”
Jayne:  “How is that late?”
Mum:  “They thought you would be up at 6am looking for a job!” <Still yelling>

I think to myself, “What the hell? What do you mean THEY thought I would be up at 6am looking for a job?  Nowhere is even open until 9am or 10am,” but of course I didn’t say it for fear she’d fly into a rage.  The conversation continued.

Jayne:  “Okay, I’m getting up.”
Mum:  “Right NOW!”
Jayne:  “Yes, right now.” <As I’m getting up>
Mum:  “Hurry! Get up NOW!”

I’m just thinking, “Go awaaay.”

She continued to yell at me as I got out of bed and went up the stairs.  I didn’t have time to stretch and my muscles were still killing me from dancing the other night, so I was half limping, half asleep and very grumpy.

I got on the phone and tried my best to sound lively.  My brother and the lady on the other end greet me cheerfully and apologise for waking me up.  I tell them it’s okay.  I’m just glad to hear the voices of people who don’t want to rip my head off.

In the background mum continues to yell; something about young people mooching off their parents and how terrible it is.  I wasn’t listening.

Right now she’s either upstairs stomping around or outside my room banging things to keep me awake.  Seriously, you’d think she was a 5 year old sibling.

I feel the desperate urge to escape and cry my heart out, but I’m just so tired.  Thank goodness I made plans to go away this weekend or I’d go insane.  When she demands I do things, it doesn’t matter how I’m feeling or what I’m doing, I’m expected to drop everything and serve her, and you know what?  I do.  A lot of people tell me to stand up for myself, etc. but it just doesn’t work that way.  She’s the mother and I’ve been raised to think that the parents are always right, even when they’re wrong.

My Dad is more humble.  He’s not too proud to admit when he’s wrong, and neither am I.

Moral of the story is:  Respect your children and they will respect you.  I give in to my mother’s demands, but I hate it.  When I have children, if I ask them to do something, I want them to do it because they want to and not because they feel forced to (when they are adults, I mean).  Don’t take your anger out on them just because they’re there.

Now it’s nearly 10am and I’m hungry and very sleepy.

I’m going to think about whether I should eat breakfast or go back to bed for a while.

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