I’m in hiding.
Because I’m spending the week chez mes parents, I’ve been behaving myself. I like to come home and impress them with my maturity, to show them that I am a wonderful upstanding citizen, that I am a merit to them.
But it was inevitable that any good behaviour wouldn’t last long.
I was cooking my own dinner this evening, a simple bowl of pasta with some melted butter and smothered in tomato ketchup. Mum had just got in from work and I was getting in her way.
“Right. I’ll do your pasta, just go into the living room and sit down, you’re getting in my way!” She snapped. She’s never in a good mood when she gets home from work. She’s a teacher and deals with naughty kids all day, only to come home to find her own naughty kid trying to cook in her kitchen.
I traipsed back into the living room, feeling guilty. I had wanted to cook my own dinner, I didn’t want to have bothered her.
Five minutes later, my dad arrived home from work. Kissing me on my forehead, he greeted me and asked why I seemed sad.
“I should go back to my flat,” I sighed. “I’ve out-stayed my welcome.”
“Pffft! Don’t be a silly sausage,” he rubbed me on the top of my head in a good natured manner, messing my hair, before walking away.
My mum passed me in the living room on her way upstairs to get changed into comfortable clothes. “Your pasta’s ready, you can go and get it, toots.”
I thanked her and sauntered into the kitchen. Smothering the pasta with tomato ketchup, I picked up a fork and turned to take the plate out to the dining room.
As I turned, the pasta scooted off the plate and onto the floor. Now, I don’t know why, but we have a damn carpet in our kitchen. I think we are the only ones who have a carpeted kitchen. Now I know why.
Pasta and ketchup was strewn everywhere. I quickly looked around, to see if anyone had witnessed the incident. My dad walked into the room. He stopped in his tracks when he saw the mess. I looked at him, he looked at me. Silence.
And then we grabbed cloths and started scrubbing away, in an effort to hide the evidence from Mum.
Of course we couldn’t hide it. And I’m now in trouble. So I’m in hiding.
I feel like a child again. I wouldn't be surprised if I was grounded...
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Tags; clumsy girl