My last weekend was full of work.
Mum woke me up at 7 am, on sunday. She opened a window in my room and went downstair. I heard vacuum cleaner's noise. "So we're gonna clean house today"- i sighed and went to the bathroom. I was looking really bad. Red eyes, hair in mess.... After ten minutes I was eating breakfast, when my father yelled at me. He was talking something about my clothes- pajama- and time, but I didn't care about that. I was in small beautiful world, where everyone was sleeping.
But it was too beautiful- soon my bowl where were cereal few second ago, was empty, so i had to help others i cleaning.
Dust,windows, coach, sofa... My to-do list was very long... Day was passing by and the sky was getting darker and darker. adequately on the passing time, my mood was also getting better and better, because I had less things to do with every hour.
Finally whole house was clean and I some time for myself. It was quite late, about 23.30 p.m. but I wanted to chat with my friends, so I sat on my bed with laptop on knees and based on wall.
Saturday had a very bad beginning. When I opened my eyes, I felt a great pain going through my body. I groaned and tried to stand up, but unexpectedly I felt something fell from my knees and landed on floor loudly. My eyes got wider, when I realized what was that- my laptop! Luckily nothing bad happened to him, just got some scraps. I was sure, that in next five minutes someone will come to me and ask what happened, but nothing happened. Just beautiful silence. Going to my parent's room I realized I slept in clothes! God, I was so tired, when I was chatting with friends so I didn't even know when I fell asleep. Finally I entered my parent's room quietly and found them sleeping also in clothes on their bed. I smiled evilly and changed into pajama. When I was covering myself with warm quilt I was thinking how beautiful was that moment.