“Aren’t these wonderful? Wow!” Her daughter bends over to examine the paintings in awe.
She says nothing. The truth is, she’s miserable. What am I doing here? She keeps asking herself. Why is my daughter so interested in this stuff. She’s not an artist. She can’t draw to save her life.
She’s trying to spend time with you, you idiot. Another voice speaks in her mind. Smile, don’t be a sour-puss.
Reluctantly, she forces the corner of her lips to curl upward as she follows her daughter to the man at the table. She’s so fascinated by this stuff, why?
It’s once again Monday and I have a feeling this is going to be a rough week.Continue reading “No Rest For Me”
I probably slept more last weekend than I had in a long time.Continue reading “Mixed Bag of Thoughts”
“Lao-huan-tong,” mother muttered under her breath, adults return to being children again.Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: Return to Youthful Times”
This Monday has been brutal so far. I didn’t want to get up this morning and the moment I did, I wanted to curl back under my comforter. It was so cold and I was so tired. I wanted to turn on the heat but mom was having hot flashes and sweating like crazy. She even had the windows open. It’s 40-some degrees outside, come on!
Is this what it feels like after a 56-hour work week? I’ve been working overtime every week since I started but never have I worked on a Saturday. I think being mentally strained is worse than being physically strained.
And of course, having a mom and family like mine, God forbid I should have one day off. My aunt dragged me out yesterday to have me take her to work and buy two boxes of cup noodles for her on my way home. Of course, when I visit a big box store, there’s no way I would ever make it out with just 2 boxes of cup noodles. I ended up getting some batteries and 2 gigantic (27 gallons) storage containers for my garden stuff.
They looked big at the store and even bigger in the back of my car but when I started putting stuff in them, they were smaller than I thought. I might need one more…or two.
After all of that was done, I was so tired and sleepy even though it was only 2 PM.
That’s what I get for skipping my morning coffee…
I barely dozed off when mom woke me up to help her plant some roses in the front yard. No, it’s the ones I propagated last week. They are these beautiful petite rose bushes from her house – the one she refuses to live in.
I ignored her for the first 15 minutes or so but to be honest, I was so tired I couldn’t even open my eyes without them automatically shutting less than 30 seconds later. She stomped her feet – boom, boom – and shouted, “do you know how much pain I’m in? I only do this for you, you know. If you don’t want to do it, fine, do ask me to do anything else for you again.” She stormed off, muttering angrily beneath her breath.
I should’ve replied, “I didn’t asked you to do this, you know,” but that would dredge that conversation from a few weeks ago which ended with her throwing something across the room, nearly missing my head. I didn’t see what it was because I was outside and out of harm’s way by the time what ever it was landed with a thud.
Anyway, I should return to work now.
Good morning or afternoon and welcome. Coffee? Tea?Continue reading “#WeekendCoffeeShare: Driven by Anxiety”
Okay, I’m going to make this quick. It might be the caffeine talking because I’ve been feeling jittery, like I’m walking on a wire. Maybe I’ve been having too much coffee lately, trying to stave off the tiredness. So excuse me if I start talking in bullet points.Continue reading “#WeekendCoffeeShare: Nagging Thoughts”
Kissing up, kissing a$$, whatever you want to call it, I’m not a fan even though I am someone who’s eager to please. I have my limits and would never stoop so low as to kiss someone’s behind to keep them happy.Continue reading “Kissing Up to the Frenemy”
Hello and welcome, it’s a nice day, let’s go out to the backyard and have our drinks.Continue reading “#WeekendCoffeeShare: Alone without the Benefits of Being Alone”
It’s been a while since I’ve done one of these because I haven’t had much time or reason to do one until now.Continue reading “Stress Talk #9: Just Trying to Do Good”
I believe having doubts is a part of being human but as I grow older, I would often find my doubts be the driving factor of my day-to-day anxiety and hesitation.Continue reading “#AtoZChallenge 2021 – I Often Have Doubts”
It turned out this past weekend was that time of the year again – tax filing time. I hate that time of the year, right after the health insurance buying period (November 1 – mid-December). Even though she claims she knows more about taxes than me, my mom cannot file a single tax return without calling me over to help.Continue reading “Stress Talk #8: System Malfunction”
I got a haircut at a professional salon recently. When I got home a few hours later, my mom began to pick at my hair. I shooed her away. “What are you doing?” Continue reading “Tell Me a Lie”