I swear I didn’t sign up for a trip to hell today, but somehow life booked the ticket in my name and didn’t even bother to ask if I preferred the aisle or window. This wasn’t a first class trip either as there was nothing like an AC or even snacks as compensation. Just a chaotic economy with turbulence.
You know, I genuinely thought today would be my rest day. After the long, exhausting work I survived yesterday, I had told myself before going to bed last night that finally, I’d have some peace and silence today. But that thought was watered down when I came out of my room this morning and my parents looked at me like a maid freshly clocked in for duty and dumped their laundry on me with the confidence of people who believe children don’t get tired.
Before I could even protest, I was knee-deep in clothes I didn’t wear, folding shirts I didn’t own, and questioning every life choice that brought me to that moment. As if that wasn’t enough, my little brother decided to be the tiny demon assigned specifically to my section of hell. He refused to help with anything. Not even the simplest task. He just wandered around, eating, making noise, and asking unnecessary questions. Every time I looked at him, my blood pressure checked in. Uggh.
While doing the laundry, coupled with the heat and the madness around me it hit me that today is absolutely the day trip to hell. And of course, the demons weren’t pitchfork-carrying monsters. They were stress, annoying chores, heat and one very annoying sibling who somehow always has energy for everything except what actually needs to be done. I have promised to go back to my own place, far away from my parents. I thought they would let me breathe here.
My response to the freewriters daily prompt
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I'm constantly grateful for parents who never judged me, placed demands on me, or pressured me in any way. Much, haha. I understand it's not the case for African families as I've read often on Hive. May you get rest soon!
Haha. You really won the parent lottery. African parents don’t know the meaning of ‘no pressure’ but, I will know the meaning when it’s my turn to be a parent, for a change.
Thanks for the kind wishes. I definitely need the rest.
Yes I think the new generation will be a little gentler on their kids .. who knows, maybe you'll be just the same as it was how you were raised haha
A very vividly told story from real life that we all experience at one time or another. Two weeks ago, I went to my parents for a weekend to rest. When I arrived, my dad told me that 7 tons of coal had arrived and I should put it in the shed. I had the help of my two brothers, but even though we worked hard, my arm and back muscles hurt for two days after that.
Seven tons of coal? That must have been so exhausting. I’m glad you had your brother’s to help but I totally understand why your muscles ached afterwards. Hope you’ve recovered now?
I recovered after two days.