Stay-in-Bed Lady/Baby
After a couple weeks of being a devoted stay-in-bed lady I started getting out of the house more, walking to places, or going on mini food excursions to occupy my time. However, I was inspired to start a new site so I poured some time into it last night and again this morning (right before lunch). My dad of course has witnessed the daytime dwelling but my mom has generally been busy and out of the apartment. So, on a weekend, this new surge of staying in bed caused her to comment on my laziness and need to get up and do things. She brought lunch to my room, which I ate from my bed, took the bowl out, and brought back more food. Shameful, I know. Then around 3pm before she headed out to go dancing (proof that my parents are more active than me) she came into my room and handed me a banana saying “It’s how you like it” because I refuse to eat overly ripe bananas.
“I’m not a baby!” I exclaimed from bed.
“That’s right you’re not a baby, you’re a disability,” she replied, walking out of my room.
The saddest part was I had started to feel hungry and wanted to venture out to grab a snack but was too preoccupied reading SEO secrets. But my mom anticipated this, as any good mother of a lazily-disabled lady baby would. And like any proud lady would do, I waited until my parents left the house before peeling and eating the banana.
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For these reasons, I worry.