When Does It Stop?

First, he finds it necessary for me to get my hair done and have a new outfit to go on a trip. Now, he thinks I can’t tell time.

When does the babying end?!

We’re leaving at about 4 AM. I’m purposefully staying up because I want to sleep in the car. It’s a seven to eight hour drive. I don’t have enough tunes to keep me occupied. Right now, it’s a few minutes to 1:00.

My grandfather wakes up, walks past my room and sees me on my computer. This exchange happens:

“[Kaye], I don’t know if you know it or not, but we’re leaving early.”
“I know.”
“Alright. Don’t be complaining now.”

Yeah, like I’m too dumb to realize I’m going to be tired. That’s the point! If I were going to complain, I’d go to bed! I’m not a five-year-old who doesn’t know the different between 1:00 and 4:00.

Then again, I probably shouldn’t be taking anything too seriously from someone buys a six-pack hours before a long trip.

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