My mother is driving me insane tonight. She has come into my room no less than 8 times, looking for something sweet to eat, knowing full well that I'm low-carbing and don't keep sweet stuff around.
She eventually homed in on my boyfriend's marshmallows, ran off with the packet, and then returned an hour later with three of them clutched in her hand, saying she couldn't eat anymore.
a) why the hell can't I just be left in peace?
b) she's the biggest binge-eater ever. How come she couldn't just bloody eat the last three?
c) why would I want three marshmallows, which had been all squashed in her hands?
I'm really counting down the days until 27 July, when I'm moving out!
