Weekends are for resting and chilling. Also riding in the car and playing with friends and walking at the park and going on the swings.
Weekends make me happy.
There is no “writing time” on the weekends. No work allowed.
But all of a sudden, Mom is on the computer – burning daylight – reading and writing and printing and talking out loud to herself. Apparently there’s Summer School on Saturday and Sunday! Including homework and Facebook work! And I have to “stay quiet” and “be a good girl.” Wait. What? Huh??
This is all wrong in at least 9 ways. Mom said, “It’ll only take a few minutes.” and “I will bang this out in no time.” and “Yes, that’s the doorknob. And no, I’m not ready to go.”