Not Helping Yourself

, , , , , | Related | March 14, 2019

(My mother, my younger brother, and I are staying with my aunt and uncle while on holiday in the UK. The three of us are preparing to make an outing for the afternoon, while my aunt and uncle are going out somewhere else. Mum is disorganised at the best of times, so she is rushing about trying to get ready while also chivvying along my fifteen-year-old brother. I get ready straight away, so I sit down to read while I am waiting. My aunt and uncle are leaving.)

Aunt & Uncle: “We’re off now. See you later.”

Me: “Okay, bye.”

Mum: “What are you doing reading? Get ready.”

Me: “I am ready. I’m just waiting for you two.”

Mum: “That’s not helping. Put down the book and help me get ready.”

Me: “Okay. What should I do?”

Mum: “I don’t know. Just help.”

(I have no idea what she wants me to do, but I try to help expedite the process, anyway. Everything I try to do isn’t what Mum wants, but she won’t tell me what she actually wants, just that I have to “help.” Eventually, I give up. I am forbidden to read, as it is “not helpful,” so I end up just loitering by the front door. Eventually, it opens, and my aunt and uncle walk in.)

Uncle: “Oh, hello. Are you back already?”

Me: “No. We haven’t left yet.”