My mother and her partner seem to believe that everyone should be a morning person. This morning such encouragements as playing loud music, singing like twats at me, trying to make me laugh by prancing around the kitchen like a bull while her partner brandishes the red dishcloth and generally telling me off for looking grumpy.
I am a night owl and mornings are my nemesis. The fact that I am upright and have my eyes open is an achievement. AIBU not to be amused or join in with my mother and her partner's morning gurning?
They are grandparents and I am an adult of thirty something. Why can't we just be quiet and enjoy the peace of a Sunday morning.
/sobbing