:: A Great way to start the day... ::
Want to hear a tale of drama, tears, and a second chance?
I was woken up this morning by my mother, so I was already slightly grumpy. So I'm in the bathroom brushing my teeth and the door is locked. I mean, I always lock the door to my bathroom, even if I'm fixing my hair or slapping on make-up. I just don't like to be disturbed and it's my bathroom, connected to my bedroom and no one else uses it without permission or they get yelled out (seriously). So anyway, I'm brushing my teeth when my mom yells through the door, "Did you vacuum or sweep the hall last night?"
Now you have to understand the importance of this. "The hall" is also connected to my room, to the livingroom, and has access to the pool area. It is a very important place and since we got our new dog and my sister and I are taking her out back through the pool area 12 times a day, a lot of dirt gets tracked through there. So our Slave Driver Mother made a new decree: "Who-so-ever passeth the dog off in the eve of the day, so she must vacuum or sweepeth the Hall and so cleanseth it of her tracks."
In case you didn't get that, it means that when our dog duty is up, we have to get rid of our dirt tracks and make it look like we were never here. And I forgot.
Now Slave Driver Mother had also said, "Doth she forgeteth or slack in her duty, she must loseth all gracious priveleges granted beforehand."
Again, here's the explaination: since my dad started reading these books, my parents decided to call certain rights that kids have (such as watching tv or playing on the computer) privelages. This was merely to keep their consciences clear when they decided to take those precious freedoms away.
So I forgot. And normally I wouldn't mind losing tv and computer so much, because I like to read and listen to music and such. But since I got my awesome new laptop and started this blog, I like to be on my laptop at all times. So when she said that and I remembered that I hadn't swept or anything, I collapsed against the sink.
Not my laptop! Anything but the laptop! Take my cds...take my food away. I'll starve myself for a week. PLEASE!
So I whimpered, "No..." as I recovered from my heart attack.
And Slave Driver Mother walks away and leaves me trembling and nauseous. I started blubbering and tearing up. It couldn't be true.
So I cornered Slave Driver Mother and demanded that she let me make up for it this morning and still keep my laptop rights. I couldn't bear the though of the rest of them, playing on my sweet sweet Dell, laughing as I stood nearby and wept.
In truth, I didn't demand my privelages back. I positioned myself nearby her and casually asked, "So do I lose my privelages for a day?"
And you know what she said? "Not if you make up the cleaning this morning." So I gave her a bearhug and waltzed with the vacuum while carrying out my solemn duty as a dog-owner.
And here I am now, on my laptop, writing in my blog. Happy! *sniffles*
I was woken up this morning by my mother, so I was already slightly grumpy. So I'm in the bathroom brushing my teeth and the door is locked. I mean, I always lock the door to my bathroom, even if I'm fixing my hair or slapping on make-up. I just don't like to be disturbed and it's my bathroom, connected to my bedroom and no one else uses it without permission or they get yelled out (seriously). So anyway, I'm brushing my teeth when my mom yells through the door, "Did you vacuum or sweep the hall last night?"
Now you have to understand the importance of this. "The hall" is also connected to my room, to the livingroom, and has access to the pool area. It is a very important place and since we got our new dog and my sister and I are taking her out back through the pool area 12 times a day, a lot of dirt gets tracked through there. So our Slave Driver Mother made a new decree: "Who-so-ever passeth the dog off in the eve of the day, so she must vacuum or sweepeth the Hall and so cleanseth it of her tracks."
In case you didn't get that, it means that when our dog duty is up, we have to get rid of our dirt tracks and make it look like we were never here. And I forgot.
Now Slave Driver Mother had also said, "Doth she forgeteth or slack in her duty, she must loseth all gracious priveleges granted beforehand."
Again, here's the explaination: since my dad started reading these books, my parents decided to call certain rights that kids have (such as watching tv or playing on the computer) privelages. This was merely to keep their consciences clear when they decided to take those precious freedoms away.
So I forgot. And normally I wouldn't mind losing tv and computer so much, because I like to read and listen to music and such. But since I got my awesome new laptop and started this blog, I like to be on my laptop at all times. So when she said that and I remembered that I hadn't swept or anything, I collapsed against the sink.
Not my laptop! Anything but the laptop! Take my cds...take my food away. I'll starve myself for a week. PLEASE!
So I whimpered, "No..." as I recovered from my heart attack.
And Slave Driver Mother walks away and leaves me trembling and nauseous. I started blubbering and tearing up. It couldn't be true.
So I cornered Slave Driver Mother and demanded that she let me make up for it this morning and still keep my laptop rights. I couldn't bear the though of the rest of them, playing on my sweet sweet Dell, laughing as I stood nearby and wept.
In truth, I didn't demand my privelages back. I positioned myself nearby her and casually asked, "So do I lose my privelages for a day?"
And you know what she said? "Not if you make up the cleaning this morning." So I gave her a bearhug and waltzed with the vacuum while carrying out my solemn duty as a dog-owner.
And here I am now, on my laptop, writing in my blog. Happy! *sniffles*
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