The Beast. She’s Cold as Ice.

There I was, lying in bed, hours before I needed to wake.

Caught halfway between meaning to get up and pondering the day's tasks ahead.

My phone vibrates/blinks.

Grrr. It's her.

Wash your dishes!

Clean your bathroom!

Have I not taught you anything?

Seriously?

I'm at sleep-away camp, and she bugs me with this.

nag.

nag.

nag.

The woman never stops!

Shall I respond?

no.

That's feeding the beast what she wants.

But I can't let her get away with this emotional abuse.

I'm away at camp, my happy place.

Listen here you naggy beastie!!

I've had enough of your harassment, leave me be!

You can nag me all you want when I get back,

But I'm currently away at sleep-away camp.

The beast responds:

Oh, I'm sorry

I didn't mean to bug you while you are away at camp.

I was simply making a statement for my own wellbeing.

Now how can you argue with that?