are you SERIOUS.

I worked harder over the past week than I have EVER worked. In my LIFE. I had so much work, and I was up so much and I was just exhausted. My mom called me Sunday to discuss plans for when I got home, and I said “Mom, I will be up for anything you want to do as long as I can have Tuesday morning. I just need to sleep then, and I’ll be all set for whatever is planned for me.” She said “Well, you can definitely sleep then” and I was looking forward to it so much. I got 3 hours of sleep Sunday night (well, Monday morning) and consoled my tired self that I would just sleep for hours when I got home.

I went to bed at 1:30 am last night after flying all fucking day (left at 9:15 am, got home at 9:15 pm) and expected to not see the world again for at LEAST 12 hours.

7am – My dad wants to know where his cell phone is. I’m irritated that I have to get up but feel bad and know that it is my fault. I go outside to the car to get it, come back in and fall right back asleep.

7:45am – My sister comes in my room to tell me to get up, I have a phone call. I mumble incoherently and pointedly ignore her, hoping she’ll get the message that this is the wrong side of noon for me to be getting up on. So she gets my mom. I finally get up and pick up the phone–surprise, I have a tour choir meeting at 10 that I didn’t know about. DID NO ONE GET THE BULLETIN THAT I AM NOT AVAILABLE THIS MORNING? I make disgruntled noises at poor Alex and agree to get picked up at 9:30. I hang up the phone, burst into tears and go back to bed. My sister says when she thinks I can’t hear her, “If the phone rings and its for Emily, you should MAKE her get up.”

8am – The INCREDIBLY LOUD sounds of my mother and my sister yelling at each other and the violin being tuned to a LOUD droning A wake me up permanently. I am up for the day. Not a single member of my family could care less.