SSH! An Angel is Watching You. . .(on hold)

SSH! An Angel is Watching You. . .

“Today is so hot! It is perfect for swimming!” James my six year old brother exclaims.

“Yea!” jumps in my sister Jamie “but its pwetty too, because spwing makes the flowers bloom.” Jamie had a problem with saying the letter ‘r’ since she lost her two front teeth.

James frowned and tried correcting her, “Its spring not spwing, Jamie.”

“whateva” she waved her hand and started running in the compound, “I bet you can’t catch me James!”

“I bet I can!” he replies, and with that the twins run around the whole compound chasing each other.

I sit on the bench swing with my legs dangling on the edge and a paper and pen in front of me as the swing gently moves back and forth. I am in the mood for writing about how I feel right now, which is content as I relax watching the twins run around the compound, not thinking about my holiday homework in algebra that is waiting for me. Maybe I should write a song, no I think I’ll write a poem. . .

“ELIZABETH SIFA WILLIAMS! COME HERE RIGHT NOW!” My mom calls from the terrace.

“Oooh mom’s mad at Lizzy!” James starts the chant and Jamie joins in on round two. And there goes my peaceful contentedness right through the window! I walk up slowly to my mom mumbling about not being able to have five minutes to myself.

“Lizzy walk up straighter and stop mumbling you know what a bad habit that is especially if your grandma catches you doing it when she comes. I am the one who is going to be lectured on bad parenting skills” then she mumbles some things that I don’t think she is supposed to say about grandma coming and I don’t think I am supposed to hear her say it also. No wonder she has been on my case the whole of this week. Because she is usually an awesome mom but when dad’s mom comes over and gives mom the heat am the one who usually gets the heat from mom.

“Yes mummy!” I put on, my innocent girl accent.

“Lizzy you haven’t cleaned you room in forever, I asked you to wash this morning’s dishes, and Mrs. Barnard is expecting you to go and baby sit Tanya at two because her husband is out of town and she couldn’t find an available baby sitter!”

I just nod my head with the occasional “yes mom, sorry mom, I wont do it again” where needed. So she took advantage of that to mean I am listening so she continues on about, “when I was growing up I was very respectful and obedient to my mama, your cucu Maggie-”

I felt like saying fine already please shut-up now. But does she read my mind and shut up? NAAAW she just continues talking like I am not even trying to make her keep quiet, well, with my mind but still. . . Then suddenly she stops talking “Now go do your chores, and your grounded!” then she leaves abruptly.

Wow! Maybe that mind reading thing actually works! I need to try it out more often. . .

“Are you getting grounded?” James asks a little too excitedly.

“No!” I reply sarcastically. “Mom just said that for fun!”

“Why awe you so gwumpy?” Jamie asks.

“Because she is p.m.s’ing.” James says in a matter of fact way.

“What is pee emm ess ing?” Jamie asks with a quizzical expression that almost makes me laugh.

“Well dad says it’s a disease that is called pissed at men syndrome.”

“What is pissed?” Jamie asks again.

“I don’t know.” James shrugs “Dad said it is a disease where a girl bleeds every month and becomes grouchy. I think mom has it when grandma Susie comes over so maybe she is having it right now too like Lizzy because grandma Susie is coming tomorrow.