Just wanted to give a quick shout out to my mum-

She has been away with her husband (and my father) for a solid 4 weeks in Europe like some kind of lord and left we, the kids, to fend for ourselves and survive.

One of the tasks amongst many was to change my sheets-

yeah my mum changes mine don’t judge me I’m only 20.

So I had to get this done before she came back- change the sheets at least once so she would know I had made an effort.

Turns out, this is no easy feat.

In fact it was harder than my year 12 health exam (gags that shouldn’t be a subject).

It took me about half an hour to fit the sheet on the bed which was hard enough, but then i had to put my doona in a new cover and this was really the point that hell broke loose.

I stepped back, just minding my own business, and out of nowhere my favourite pillow slides under my footing and it rips.

And so did my heart.

I’ve had that pillow since my own conception (wot) and now its gone. Just like so many other things in my life (jus kidding my life is peachy).

So here’s to my mum, for changing my sheets and not ripping my pillows.

bless you & welcome home,

the favourite child.