Unbelievably shitty. It has only been 3 hours since I woke up for today and I am royally pissed off through and through. Any more pissing me off I will explode into tiny pieces.

First thing early in the morning my mother thought it was a good time to test my threshold. I woke up as the sun was rising because I knew that I had errands to run and I wanted to have enough time to prepare myself for it. I don't like to rush about. I do things in my own pace and I hate it when people hover about me telling me what to do. I asked my mother no less than three times yesterday what was going to happen today. I asked her what time I was supposed to be at the temple and what time I was supposed to be back to accompany her and my aunt and the baby to the clinic for the check-up. All she told me was morning. Morning go pray your grandfather. Come back go clinic and I can go about to do what I want. So I thought morning is 10am. Back about noon for lunch, do baby business, and then social call at 3. Smooth, no?

So sue me when my mother annoyed the hell out of me 8 in the morning banging on the toilet door telling me that I was late. Late for what? It's bloody 8 in the morning. I was fucking early.

Then she got so annoyed at me when I had barely woken up for 30 minutes and told me off for ruining her schedule. WHAT BLOODY SCHEDULE? The vague answer 'morning lor' I got the previous day was a bloody SCHEDULE I have to adhere to. Apparently my 10am was her 8am and I got it all wrong and it's all my fault because I wasn't David Fucking Copperfield I couldn't read her mind and got the meaning of 'morning' all wrong.

Needless to say I was very annoyed. But this is my mother we are talking about, so I refused to blow my top. I did my morning thing as fast as I could and then when we were heading for breakfast I asked her again about today's SCHEDULE because if, according to her, I was late by her SCHEDULE, there must be a FUCKING SCHEDULE somewhere and I must make sure I rush to keep up with the SCHEDULE for the rest of the day, right?

And what did the woman answer? 'After you bai bai your grandfather you come back and we bring your aunt and the baby to the clinic.'

Kenapa begitu? Is it true that women really cannot be specific? Nair mind. I tried again. I asked for the TIME.

Her answer floored me entirely. 'Time what time? How to estimate time liddat? You go and come back then we go again lar.' Obviously, she was still annoyed at me. But if I am accused of falling behind bloody SCHEDULE, I'm sure she has times listed in her head for each thing that has to be done today. I just don't understand why it's so bloody hard getting it out of her. Bloody state secret. Bloody conspiracy to blast my blood pressure.

Then I tried explaining to her that she has to be specific or how else was I supposed to keep up with her schedule? I told her I need the Time, in numbers form, a rough estimate, at what time do what, by what time come back, by what time go out, because you know, I have my own schedule as well. I have social call at 3 that I don't want to be late for. So tell me the bloody time for everything damn it. The baby check-up at the clinic sure got time one, right?

And then she had to be spiteful and said all those stuff crazy old folks say, all the 'you grow up already lar, your time very important lar, you very important lar.' Which was just asking for me to shoot her. Whatever happened to arguing in context?

So I got seriously angry and let's just say that you don't want to ever witness my getting seriously angry.

Then during breakfast, my other folk just had to add on to the tension by grumbling that he had to get back to work because something important cropped up and we were wasting his time. I told my father that he could just go because I know how to get to the temple by myself. And then the old man got angry with me because he thought I was being spiteful.

Men. Why do your species always think that you can second-guess a woman? Why can't I just mean exactly what I said?

My father placed the coffee cup back on the table with a slight bang to announce his displeasure, and because I am not one to lose out, I picked up my tea and banged it back. I think the two men eating next table wanted to scuttle away, but scuttling away with bowls in their hands and noodles in their mouths ain't exactly very manly, so they stayed put. My didi definitely wanted to get away so he went 'all righty, leeeeeeeeeeeeeet's go now', picked up the bags and fled the scene.

This is one of those days I think to myself that once I have money I am out of this household.

Then as if my day hasn't been shitty enough, I broke my thumbnail when I release the seatbelt on the taxi. I don't mean to be dramatic, but there was blood everywhere. Who would have thought that a broken nail can spill so much blood?

The only good thing today has been my saint of a little brother. He is an angel, he kept asking about my thumbnail and when we got in the cab to come back home, he did my seatbelt for me.

And now while I am sitting here ranting about what has been so far a very shitty day, my mother is still at my aunt's. I'm beginning to suspect that MY SCHEDULE has been right afterall because I just called to ask her again what I was supposed to do now that I am already at home, she told me to wait and we'll have lunch later before heading to the clinic. So what the fuck was today morning about? Tell me just what the fuck is happening to my mother? Do all folks gradually become liddat? Please tell me it's just a phase. Because gods know I cannot handle another day like today.

Edited to add (11.45am): My father just popped back home. Apparently, whatever was important at the workplace is not so important afterall. I think I need a fire extinguisher. I is boiling mad.