My mom left me in charge to take care of the dog. No notice just wakes me up from my deep sleep to tell me that there was more leftover money from the Bridal Shower that she threw for me the other day. She makes leftovers seem like it is something to avoided, but I would never turn down money. My hand ached last night from all of the thank-you’s I wrote out by hand and mailed. I have multiple bandages on my blistered fingers to prove it! I can’t even imagine how many hours of thank-you’s there will be from the wedding this coming may, and the number of handwritten notes there will be until my fingers seize up.
My mother makes a point to remind me that I should be in her debt for the rest of my life – that I should utterly grateful for all of her generosity and sacrifices she made since the day she gave birth to me. Yet, she fails miserably with that horrible attitude that she displays on a daily basis which makes me want to rip my hair out. I have no idea where my mother disappeared to this morning. She hardly tells me anything and probably assumes that I went back to bed. The family room doors are tied to lock out the dog, so she already came to that conclusion that I wouldn’t be down here. Once I am woken from sleep, it is almost impossible to go back to bed. Since coming home, my morning usually starts being obnoxious around 7am or 8am. On a lucky day, I might get to sleep in until 11 am at the latest.
Now if only I had this type of discipline in Saskatchewan, where I am currently living with my husband to be. By the time we go back to Saskatchewan, we will be married. I was never a fan of weddings – all of the attention, the hype and the $$$ for one freaking day. Compared to my cousins though, I think my wedding will be the best. Not to be biased or anything by my mother likes to go over the top to make sure everything is perfect. My fiance and I are not having a honeymoon which is fine by me. We have to fly back the day after our wedding so he can work the following day. Despite the lack of honeymoon, Asia is still on my list of places to visit. We might end up going to Asia next June if things work out in our favour.
Now back to my sad reality. I woke up the other morning with blood marks on my pillow and an ant biting my face, dangling by a hair strand. I killed that bastard as quickly as I could and threw the pillow across the room. The ant infestation is bad – they invaded last year and we finally defeated them with poison. Since the ants only seem to be congregating mostly in my room and the upstairs hallway, my dad refuses to help me get rid of them. He is very lazy and doesn’t seem to care that there are ANTS – possibly the carpenter ones that destroy wood, in OUR house! I read somewhere that Febreeze kills them which doesn’t surprise me since it’s a laboratory concoction of nasty chemicals. It seemed to ward them off for now because I was not attacked by ants biting my face this morning, nor did I see any on the walls. If this potion continues to work I am buying 10 bottles of “fresh linen” killer-ant-spray. I don’t have much else to add today since it just began, so have a wonderful day lovelies!