Stuck At Home

Hello Everyone:

I finally have more than two minutes to myself. I’ve stuck at home, all weekend with mummy dearest. She was having one of her down moments but it didn’t stop from playing the suffering martyr. Today was the worst of the suffering martyr routine. I barely was able to leave the house to for a run. I wanted to see the Sunday matinee at the PLB Theater but I had to forget about that. I’m surprised I was able to use the toilet without hearing that hypochondriac bellow out my name to fluff her pillows. The carer is off until Tuesday which means I have to put up with the B.S. one more day. The carer does have good domestic skills and she is attentive to mum’s needs. She just requires some supervision in the kitchen until she gets up to speed.  One thing she did that really annoyed me this week was use some spices that belong to me. Really, I use them for myself and when I prepare food for just us. It upset because it felt like she just went ahead and assumed they were general use without checking with me. Now I keep them in a shoebox on a high shelf.  She’s just been annoying me in general with her chatter and question bombardment. I really don’t have the patience for her and she’s mum’s person not mine. I’ll be surprised if I’m allowed to sleep, something I can desperately use about now.  Mumsy’s demands were so much that I couldn’t even have a video chat with the Brit BF. It’s like after five in the morning in the U.K. so surprising him isn’t going to go over well. I really wanted to hear his voice and look at his face.  I’m hoping I can talk to him tomorrow. He’s a great guy, very understanding and patient. That’s why I love so much. Anyway, I’m going to try to sleep.