Every morning I hear a groan from outside my bedroom door and I know it's my mum preparing herself to come into my bedroom (or the lion's den as my dad calls it) to get me out of bed to go to school. We both know what lies ahead for the next forty five minutes before I head out the door for the school bus. I love my mum and I know she wants to start the day on a positive note but for God's sake it's 7.15 am. Who in their right mind gets up this early and why aren't I allowed to be moody and obnoxious? Isn't that what teenagers are suppose to be like?
I so hate these mornings. The constant calling from my mum to get out of bed, to eat my breakfast and to hurry up it just drives me insane. But what's even worse than that is when I do eventually decide to grace them with my presence and get out of the bed she expects me to have a conversation with her. Who does she think I am a ray of sunshine? I look at this woman who loves me very much (I mean who wouldn't) thinking how can you love and hate me at the same time because if you truly loved me you would let me be happy and stay snuggled up in my bed and let me forget about school.
This morning as I was pulling my jumper over my head and running out the door for the bus, late once again and I'm pretty sure I heard a sigh of relief from my mum knowing that her main source of stress had finally left the house and wouldn't be back till 4.30 pm.