Spaz and Drama

Two females I’ll call “Spaz” and “Drama”  (aka Big “A” and little “A” ), are having a conversation.  It’s not your ordinary conversation, since it is happening at FIVE a.m.!!! Gahhhh!

Spaz:  MOMMMMM!!!! Drama is sleeping too close to me!  Would you look already?  Just look at her, she’s….TOUCHING me. 

Drama:  ZZZZZZZZ…..

Spaz:  Mommmm!!!! aren’t you going to do anything?  You never listen, I can’t sleep she’s on me!

Mom: Go to sleep!

Spaz: But I can’t sleep!

Mom gets up to go to the bathroom, when she comes back out Drama is now awake and crying hysterically, and also walking around in the dark as if lost.

Mom:  What happened?

Drama: Spaz hit me in my chest!

Spaz: Oh what a liar, I didn’t hit her, I moved her and she fell out of the bed.

Mom:  Spaz!!!!

Spaz:  Mom, you never believe me! 

Mom:  Drama, get in mommy’s bed.

All is quiet for about 5 seconds, and then….

Spaz:  Mom, she is breathing too hard on purpose!!!!

Mom:  Spaz, she’s over here now, be quiet and go to sleep.

Spaz:  I can’t sleep, she’s snoring!  Would you roll her over on her stomach or something?

Mom: NO

Spaz:  But she’s doing it on purpose!!!!

Mom: Shut up.

Spaz continues to toss and turn, murmuring under her breath ‘oh my godddddd’   ‘ I can’t sleeeeeep’.  Her whining has the distinct effect of nails on a chalkboard.

Mom:  Spaz, take your blanket and your pillow and go in the other room, NOW.

Spaz:  No, the light is on out there, I’ll never be able to sleep.

Mom:  Go NOW!!!!

Spaz: Okay but I’m turning off the light!

Mom:  Whatever.

The light goes out.  Mom looks at the clock.  It is 5:17 a.m.   Mom has the distinct impression Spaz is PMS’ing at 12 years old. *sigh*  At least it is not a Monday.