She started to sing high pitch.
And started to crow like a rooster, because she think’s it morning.
Oh dear lord, I’m actually considering to sleep in the small loft where I had to killed that poisoness scorpian that was in my bed. I’m considering taking that risk!
As many may or may not know, I am a kinda 24/7 caretaker of two people. One of which is an old biddie that pushes the 24 hours part.
I think i’m actually going insane from this. At the very least, it’s preventing me from writing my stories.
She, wantsto take a shower, even thought it’s night and she doesn’t like to use the blow dryer.
Oh, i really hope it won’t end like the other day, staying up the whole night, trying to stop her from shouting and throwing for hours. Then my grandfather decidingto reason with the biddie in question.
Now, at least my mother and i decided to take sleep shifts.
I hope to god it’s not going to end badly.
But seeing as she started to sing, I have no clue