It was a quite night when my awesome mom asked me to help her iron the mountain of clothes that was threatening to eat us alive. Three hours and an impossible shirt later, I’m left sweating like a pig and I admit it, I didn’t make that much progress because I was too busy trying not to suffocate in this intense summer heat.
So, perfect, I’m done and take the miserable pieces that I ironed and right when I’m about to take everything back to the laundry room, mom comes to my room and says:
“Oh, wait till you freshen up before take that down stairs.
There was no way I was going to argue because I was literally on fire at the moment so I felt like if I didn’t lie down for a second, I might’ve had a stroke. Good, so I sit down and wait. Ten minutes later (well maybe more… Let’s just say that I kind of forgot about the clothes that were next to me and decided to go on my laptop instead). I think I made a one mistake that’ll change me forever because then:
-Mom comes stomping into room and sees how I haven’t taken them clothes downstairs-
-She looks at me; her eyes are on fire along with her soul-
I don’t even know what’s going on but I can assure myself that I’m dead meat. This is it. I realized that my life would be ending and I didn’t even get to graduate from stupid high school.
Ok, I’m more confused than ever right now because I have no freaking idea of why she’s mad nor why she’s scolding me so the entire time, I’m just sitting there with a poker face.
-She takes the iron along with the basket of left over laundry-
Oh… Now I get why she’s super pissed but wait. That wasn’t even my fault! She told me to wait until I freshened up. Now I’m the one who’s pissed, INJUSTICE. Ok, maybe I forgot about it but I swear I was going to take it downstairs at some point, bruh.
-She gets out of my room with basket + iron and heads to the stairs-
Well damn, she’s going to put it away herself then. Now I kind of feel bad because I was supposed to do that, come on.
Hah, boy I was wrong.
-She took basket + laundry lets it go down the stairs like she’s expecting it to fly or something-
At this moment, I’m questioning my life choices and waiting for my eyeballs to return to their normal state. I honestly had no idea of what I just witnessed. She made it look so casual that I bet not even her saw that coming. Of course, the basket exploded into a billion pieces and the iron broke. Guess who had to clean it? *rolls eyes**rolls eyebrows**rolls entire body like spaghetti*
Until this day, I’m trying to figure out what the heck was wrong with my mom. She looked possessed and I bet she felt that alter ego or whatever it was when it took over her body. I refuse to say that I didn’t witness a supernatural energy around.
One thing is for sure, when anger is nearby, I’ll tell my stress source to grow wings or I’ll simply just make it fly by force because that’s apparently acceptable and possible. Go ask my mom if you need some adrenaline rush to make it happen.