This Saturday was supposed to be a super relaxing day, but it was a TOTAL nightmare!!!
It started when I got out of bed at 5:00AM to use the bathroom. It was still dark outside, and my mom was all, “There you are, dear. Can you help me clean out the attic?”
I said, “Um, are you sleep-cleaning?” (Like sleepwalking, but with a broom.) Then I added, “It’s 5:00AM!”
She responded, “Oh, right. Should I wake you at 6:00?”
I chuckled and said, “Yeah, right. OK, sure!” I didn’t think she was serious! But sure enough, she was back at 6:00 with a bucket and a sponge, like I was little orphan Annie and I had to earn my keep!
To make matters worse, she was SUPER critical of my cleaning. She doesn’t like to seem demanding, so she said it all in a sweet voice. But, even when you sing, “You missed a spot!” it sounds TOTALLY annoying!
You’d think that would have been bad enough, but at 7:30, my dad poked his head through the attic door and said, “Hey, Nik! When you’re done here, can you come help me with the car?”
I wanted to say, “What do I look like? A mechanic? NO, I can’t help you with the car!”
But instead, I said, “Um, seriously? How can I help you with the car?”
He answered, “I mean help me CLEAN it. I need that bucket you’re using…and since you’re doing SUCH a good job, I need you too!”
I REALLY didn’t want to have to clean anything else, but I also didn’t want to be the world’s worst daughter, so I said, “Um, sure. I’ll help you when I’m done.”
That wasn’t until 10:00. I was really anxious to finish the car quickly so I could do a whole bunch of nothing, but my dad wasn’t having it.
He kept saying, “Stop rushing! A job worth doing is worth doing right!” and “Come on! I hired you because you’re better than this!”
By “hired,” he meant “manipulated,” because it’s not like I applied, and I definitely wasn’t getting paid!
We were just about done around 10:45, when I heard, “Nikki, would you be a dear and help me clean my bath tub?”
It was Mrs. Wallabanger, standing on my front lawn wearing a shower cap and holding one of those spongy back scrubber thingies.
Then she said, “Your mom said you’d love to help. Such an angel, you are.”
I didn’t know who I was more annoyed with: Mrs. Wallabanger for asking me to do something else when I was SO tired (and tired of doing stuff), or my mom for saying that I’d LOVE to get on my hands and knees in her tub!
So I said, “I WOULD love to help, Mrs. Wallabanger. Really, I would. But I’m kind of tired so…”
Then I heard my dad clear his throat super loudly, and I looked over to see his eyes bulging out of his head, like they were trying to escape from his eye sockets. That’s his crazy mad face. I knew he thought I was being rude, but I really didn’t want to say what I said next…
“Sure, I’ll scrub your tub. Go get your rubber ducky, because you’ll be soaking in that thing in no time!”
It was about noon when I finished helping her. Yup, it took over an hour!
That’s because she was a backseat scrubber. (In case you don’t know, a backseat driver is someone who ISN’T behind the wheel who keeps telling the driver what to do.)
She stood over me the whole time and barked orders, like “Put a little more elbow grease into it!” and “Scrub it like you mean it!” (Which makes no sense. You can’t really “mean” scrubbing!)
At 12:30, when other people were just waking up after sleeping in, I was absolutely EXHAUSTED! I’m GLAD they all think I stink at cleaning…because maybe they’ll never ask me to clean anything again!
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Dork Diaries: Nikki's Adventure😉
Novela JuvenilHave you ever thought that In Nikki's life other than school problem there will be other problems also? Well if you have not thought you are not right because their are helll are problems that Nikki face outside the school also, so let's get into th...