We are still functional, but I miss mommy’s complaints!

I don’t call her mother, mom, or mama. I call her MOMMY!! My mommy and my sister are away in Lebanon for 5 weeks! It has been 2.5 weeks since their departure. I have never in my life been away from my mother for that long. It is a strange feeling not having someone nag or criticize you day and night for the silliest things. It is strange not having her cook awesome food or whine and complain about other people’s choice of clothing.

I miss my mommy!

Although she drove me out of my mind daily, her presence is what kept me on the top of my game. Also, my sickness for the past 2 weeks has made me wish mommy was here!

I miss my sister too. My little shadow that drives me insane! I miss her talking non stop and telling me a story about some random event that happened to her in school that I didn’t care about. I miss her obsession with brand name clothing and her ultimate wish to have her own credit card to shop online from some store in Toronto that doesn’t exist in this awful city of mine.

I think I miss my annoying bratty brand name obsessed little sister!

In their absence, my dad has an obsession with cooking. He started off bad. I mean bad! For example, overly peppered food and bland rice dishes. However, he redeemed him self with great cheese pastries and awesome oven roasted chicken dishes.

Not only is the cooking great, but he also does the laundry, and cleans everything. Of all the years I have been alive, I have never seen the kitchen so clean. A dirty dish is never in the sink, and never left over food to worry about the next day.

The world has gone mad! MAD I tell you!

I want my mommy back so the chaos will return. The awesome mommy food. The leftover food because she cooks for 20 people and we only eat a 1/3 of it! The hourly complaints about the dirty dishes in the sink that no one cleans. The clean laundry that stays in the hamper for 2 or 3 weeks, but never folded or given to its rightful owner. The missing clothes that she hides because she doesn’t like what we wear. The impulsive cleaning of our rooms and the accompanying full day of complaints of why we are awful and horrible dirty human beings.

Oh I miss my mommy!!!

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