Pet Peeve
Snap! Went my mom’s ankle as she strode down the stairs. “Call 911!” She yelled. The ambulance came roaring up to the curb and the medics swiftly carried her out on the stretcher. I didn’t know what to think. My mom, the woman who brought me into this world just snapped her ankle and there is nothing I can do about it.
“That must have been some plummet you did on those stairs, Wendy, because your ankle is broken in three different spots” the doctor told us. He said she would not be able to walk on it, put pressure on it, or even drive for the next two weeks before her surgery. This meant that I would be the one driving her places, I would be the one cleaning the house, and I would be the one doing all of the things that my mom can no longer do.
At first I was fine with doing everything for her. It made me feel independent and maybe even self-governing, but now, I cannot wait for her to be back up and walking again. I like helping her and making sure she is okay, but she will ask me to do something for her like get her a glass of water, so of course I get it for her, then, as soon as I sit down on the couch and try to unwind (remind you this is after a lengthy day of school and basketball) she will ask me to get up and turn the heat down. This infuriates me! …show more content…
This may sound favorable to you, but what this actually meant was that she was going to get herself into an enormous task, and get tired halfway through so I would have to complete it. For instance, I would get home from school, walk in the door, and have to step over all of our winter gear because she would be in the middle of cleaning out the hall closet. That doesn’t bother me the slightest bit. What bothers me is I would go plop down onto the couch, and right after I sit down, she would decide that she is too tired to finish, and ask me to
Snap! Went my mom’s ankle as she strode down the stairs. “Call 911!” She yelled. The ambulance came roaring up to the curb and the medics swiftly carried her out on the stretcher. I didn’t know what to think. My mom, the woman who brought me into this world just snapped her ankle and there is nothing I can do about it.
“That must have been some plummet you did on those stairs, Wendy, because your ankle is broken in three different spots” the doctor told us. He said she would not be able to walk on it, put pressure on it, or even drive for the next two weeks before her surgery. This meant that I would be the one driving her places, I would be the one cleaning the house, and I would be the one doing all of the things that my mom can no longer do.
At first I was fine with doing everything for her. It made me feel independent and maybe even self-governing, but now, I cannot wait for her to be back up and walking again. I like helping her and making sure she is okay, but she will ask me to do something for her like get her a glass of water, so of course I get it for her, then, as soon as I sit down on the couch and try to unwind (remind you this is after a lengthy day of school and basketball) she will ask me to get up and turn the heat down. This infuriates me! …show more content…
This may sound favorable to you, but what this actually meant was that she was going to get herself into an enormous task, and get tired halfway through so I would have to complete it. For instance, I would get home from school, walk in the door, and have to step over all of our winter gear because she would be in the middle of cleaning out the hall closet. That doesn’t bother me the slightest bit. What bothers me is I would go plop down onto the couch, and right after I sit down, she would decide that she is too tired to finish, and ask me to