I suppose since I didn't have the torture of putting up the christmas tree this year, my mum had to find other ways to torment me. Consequently, I spent several hours today giving our kitchen the most thourough cleaning it's ever had. Partially because I'm an anal bitch once I start cleaning, and partially because I'm an overachiever and partially because I didn't feel like dealing with my mum's bitching if it fell one iota below her standards (which shouldn't have been that high considering the state of the kitchen in the first place, but that's mother's for you). Not only did I clean everything, but I also fixed two of the burners on the stove which apparently have been broken for two years. It's a simple electric stove so all I had to do was make sure the connectors were connecting, and in the case of one, reach under the stove and find the socket which had broken off and plug it in. I'm still a bit incredulous that it was actually left for so long if it was so easy to fix.
And then later my mum came to me with another of her little problems to solve (widening the hole of a bead for a braclet she was making...) and she was shocked when I had it fixed and ready in less than a minute. I'm not sure if I'm more offended by how she underestimates me, or by the fact that she keeps coming to me with her stupid problems that are so easily fixed.
And then later my mum came to me with another of her little problems to solve (widening the hole of a bead for a braclet she was making...) and she was shocked when I had it fixed and ready in less than a minute. I'm not sure if I'm more offended by how she underestimates me, or by the fact that she keeps coming to me with her stupid problems that are so easily fixed.