Because I ran out of ideas
and things to do.
Hitting the nerve
Friday, July 29, 2011 / 8:49 AM
...again, and again.
When I'm helping around in the house, she nags. When I don't, she nags. Her voice flits, from one end of the house to the other, like a restless lizard. Soft, loud, loud [bang bang], soft. I'm pretty sure even our neighbours outside can hear, her voice pierces the morning drone of cars and the drip drip of the last of this mornings' rain draining away.
Sigh.
It's one of those die if you do, die of you don't kind of situations.
When I'm helping around in the house, she nags. When I don't, she nags. Her voice flits, from one end of the house to the other, like a restless lizard. Soft, loud, loud [bang bang], soft. I'm pretty sure even our neighbours outside can hear, her voice pierces the morning drone of cars and the drip drip of the last of this mornings' rain draining away.
Sigh.
It's one of those die if you do, die of you don't kind of situations.
