When She Stands Up

 Picture this. 

It's a cool day. 

The breeze is blowing softly. 

One of those lazy days, if you understand what I mean. 

Those days where time seems to flow gently and there is nothing to do but lie back and relax.

 The house is quiet and everyone is in their own corner doing their own thing.

Suddenly, you hear the banging of a pot.

Followed by the flow of water.

You tense up. It's meant to be a lazy day. No one is meant to work.

Suddenly, your mom yells your name.

You go to where she is only for her to tell you that the kitchen counters aren't clean. You get to cleaning the counter when she points out that the chair in the living room is slightly crooked.

You straighten out the chair and she points out the dirt on the floor and the rug not being straightened and the fridge having a spill in it, and the study shelves being dusty... basically she starts pointing out everything bad in the house- every askew chair, unpolished decoration, and dirty surface- anything that's not perfect.

Suddenly, lazy day turns to midday cleaning.

So much for relaxing.