The Last Straw

Hi readers. Today’s post, rather pathetically, shall be a rant about my newfound computer ban. Now it all started the day before last. It was a normal-ish evening, but for the fact that we had people coming over in a while. Sun setting? Tick. Snacks, booze and tonic water? Tick.

All good. Where do we have our party aperitifs? The arisha (Bedouin tent). Mum goes off. I survey the arisha. Untouched for ages. In other words, it’s fallen apart. O-kayyy, I think to myself, let’s do the veranda. What does that need done to it?

Well, there are 2 bench-like seats on the veranda, so those can hold four people and as for the kids… well, I expect we’ll be playing anyway.  Then I retire into my bedroom to play (over Skype) with one of me mates. A good while later, mum bursts into my room and starts screaming at me.

It’s along the lines of “WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN!?” and “I HAVE BEEN STANDING OUT THERE FOR FUCKING AGES!” Notice the common occurrence of the word “fuck”. That ought to tell you all you need to know about her mood.

Turns out that she’d been there for about 40 minutes and I hadn’t noticed. I know how it sounds, but we have a gate and high walls and you couldn’t hear anything from my room (very far back). It’s happened to me and mum barely heard.

The party went well, BTW. The events after? Not so much. I had my computer on. I sent a message to another of me mates, whom I hadn’t managed to contact for days due to his being on Do Not Disturb. He answered me and I told him to get off DND.

Then we started talking. Unfortunately at that moment mum came in and terminated our conversation by putting me on a computer ban (1 hour a day sounds like a lot but think of it as time I spend playing with friends. I would have more time in school).

As always, she started lecturing me. As always, I tried to sit through them. As always, they hurt my feelings and I ended up in bed with the lights off, being angry with myself and crying and being angry with myself for crying (not much hyperbole going  on, unfortunately).

And as always, I was fine (with myself, the ban I still loathe) the next morning.