MOOOOOOOOM!!!!

My mom and I stayed up all night stuffing ourselves with M&Ms and Kit Kat (She bought the family/party pack – y’know, the LARGE bag with lots of tiny M&Ms and Kit Kat mini bags inside?). Blissful hours of darkness. We watched Mona Liza Smile and a pleasant Bruce Willis movie. The thing is, both my mom and I are night owls. We do our best work when everyone else is asleep. And getting high on chocolates is our highest priority on our things- to- do list. We (mashAllah) are best friends, which is amazing considering the generation gap (although I have NO CLUE how old my mom is). To put it in her husband’s words “She is very child like.” That phrase depicts her completely. The only predicament is, besides being a night owl (and this could be hard to believe) my mom is also an early bird. She wakes up so early it’s not even funny. And today (out of all the days) I had a really bad night. And today (OUT OF ALL THE DAYS) my mom walks into my room, and switches on the light. Which –naturally- has me squirming in agony and reaching frantically for the covers. “Moooooom!” I scream. She’s walking around the room. I open one eye just enough to see what she’s doing yet allowing the bare minimum amount of light to get in. She’s putting her abaya on, getting dressed to go out. “MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!” I moan again, like a toddler. She giggles. Then she starts mimicking me. “Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeem” she says, making fun of me. “Mom!” I ignore her mimicking. My mom is the biggest teaser in the world. “Switch off the light!!!” “Nnaaa naaa na naa!” She mimicks my words. “MOOOOOM!!!” I yell, frustrated. She giggles again, and –realizing I was about to explode – she says: “Ok!! I had to find my abaya!” “Ok khalas you found it!!!!”I tell her, dying with irritation. “Na naanana na naaa na” She mimicks again. “MOOOOOOOOOOM!” I bawl. Sitting up on the bed, eyes wide open, I watch her roam around the room looking for God knows what. “NAAAAAAAAAAAA!” She mimicks again, really cracking herself up. Now I start laughing. She really is a kid. I was sooooo annoyed but she was making me laugh so much I couldn’t even get mad. My mom has this profound influence on me. And now I’m crazy. And I hope she never grows up.