"preaches"!

Sunday is the first day of the school week here in Qatar. I'll have to go to school on Sunday when everybody else in other parts of the world will be sleeping or having fun. Therefore, I will start another boring school week tomorrow because tomorrow is Sunday. Now, it's clear that today is Saturday, right? I know it's nonsense.

Today I went to my Islamic course. I was late and my mum could not stop "preaching" me and my brothers about 'being late and your future' and, honestly, her high-pitch voice hurt my ears (because I sat beside her when she drives)! ouch! Besides, how can we be not late when the family members are not co-operative?

I woke up at some minutes past 7 a.m. - we should go at 8 a.m. - and no one had been ready to go! My brothers were all playing, Nofal with the PS2 and Nibel with the computer. The youngest one, Norman, was painting and pasting shapes that cannot be called a shape. My mum did not bother to force them to get ready, (maybe she did for hundred times and got tired) she was sweeping the house. So, I fed Norman, as asked by her, and took a shower. Then, I spent about 20 minutes in my room, deciding on what to wear, and another 20 minutes getting dressed up. My mum was shouting a "preach" for sure.

To make it short, then we went. All along the way she could not stop telling - shouting, to be factual - us about "lateness and future". I was glad when we arrived, because at last, my ears relieved.

At about 11 35, she picked us up after we've been left there waiting for about 20 minutes. In that 20 minutes, fights had happened between Norman and Nofal. Nofal is really a destructive brat. That time, fortunately, no harsh preach was given. When we arrived at home, I changed my clothes and helped in the kitchen. I fed Norman his lunch (he ate by himself, I was just giving him the plate) and I ironed Nibel's, Norman's and my clothes. The good thing was, my mum was sleeping, which means, I had to hear no angry preaches. Everytime she is awake, situated in the house and being amongst us, she is always angry and dissatisfied about everything we do. When I delay doing chores she asked me to do, she would get angry. But, when I do the chores, ( the boys never help her) she always have bad comments about how I have done it. What can we do? we are adapted to this kind of life. When we were young, we were rarely helping her in anything, because we had a servant in the house, back in Indonesia. We have no servant here in Qatar and that turned her to be this fierce and stressed. I guess she is not used to do all chores by herself.

Anyway, When I finished ironing the clothes, I went to swim with my friend. When I came back, she was standing in the kitchen, asking me casually, " where did you go?" with a sarcastic expression on her face. I just answered, " I went to swim," not less casual. I went straight to the bathroom to take a shower. I realised my towel was wet, so I sneaked in to her room, taking a new towel and went straight back to the bathroom. I put some clothes in the washing machine and turned it on before I went back to my room. Just to prevent more "preach" from her, of course. After wearing my new pyjama, I went to the kitchen and found her talking to a neighbour. I was glad, because when her friend is here, she would redeem herself, focusing her mind to her friend and stops her preach from breaking the house again.

After the neighbour left, I hurried to my room to prepare for the books tomorrow. I locked my room, because Nofal was annoying me, but the main reason was to flee from being her target to preach on. During my introspection of my school academic life, I realised that IGCSE exam is one month left from now. Then I made a self-study system to follow everyday at home. I hope I will do what I planned, because it is waaay harder for me to motivate myself than motivating others.

The house was breaking again when I study, so I got distracted and lost my appetite to "eat" the book. I went to the source of noise, which was my brothers' room, and found one bed was wrecked. Wow. Their room that looked like a shipwreck, was now looked much worse than the "neat" pig's barnyard. With books put unorganizedly on the malfunctionned table and the smell of a cat's family house, it was now updated with the latest blocks of wood with nails on it, and a space in the centre, which looked like a dug grave. Bored, I went to the computer to write this blog. She was still PREACHING ! With a lot of struggle ( I ignored her hurting preach and tried my best not to look at her) , I keep on blogging.

Now, I am afraid when she passes by, because I am updating my facebook and I'm not supposed to. Teehee.

Life is hard for me at times when my mother is preaching, and that means everyday, everytime. There are many times when I plan to finish school as fast as possible and start my college life away from home. But, of course I have the times when I feel lucky having this family. Nothing is constant in our lives.