I just got woke up by my mum to leave back home from our week at portugal.
My mum cane on the first time and I told her j was getting up, I wasn't, I fell back seep.
She came in the second time and told me to get up, I agreed again, fully intending to get up but fall back asleep sitting upright.
Mt mum enters the last time and physically drags me from the comforts of my bed, bit aw well, desperate times etc.
What was not acceptable though was one walking into the kitchen at 5:39 in the morning to see my father throwing away FOOD. FOOD I AM GOING TO EAT.
It was so wierd, and dramatic, and I hurt my hand in the process, buy I just screamed and lunged towards the said food packaging and retrieved it into the safety of my arms.
Everyone is now wake and alert, glaring at me distastefully from their positions around the room, whilst I'm just standing there wrong, shoving as many marshmallows and chocolate wavers as I can down my throat so early in the morning....
God bless you food.