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So I haven't really had any motivation to write in here.
I'm so unbelievably astounded with the quality of life at my mother's house.
I just got over a really nasty sinus infection. I've never had anything like it, so that didn't help. When I decided to take Liam to the doctor's over a runny nose, she took one look at me, and checked me out, and I was really the sick one lol. So I got some medicine and started to mend.
Then I started to notice all these red dots on my body. I assumed it was an alergic reaction to my medicine because I had had a similar reaction to an antibiotic as a child. But it turns out that I have this viral rash called pityirisis rosea. It's not contagious, and it doesn't hurt or make me sick, but it's itchy, and it's going to be around for quite some time. Possibly even upwards around 2-6 months. I don't think my case will be that unpleasant, but it's a reality.
So all that being said, on to my life.
Bryn invited me to go to his office party. It's a black tie party at the Chateau Laurier. Ritzy huh? But Bryn and I are also staying the night, and so I needed a sitter. The obvious answer would be to ask mom. I stressed to her the importance of a hasty response, and when she said yes, I was exstatic. But of course, there's a catch. The catch was that I had to clean the basement. I live in the basement, it's not sparkling clean, but no one is ever down here unless Liam and I are going to bed. And I really don't have a hell of alot of time to clean, illness aside. I should be going to bed around 10:30-11 at night, but because of all the stuff I have to get done (LIKE HOMEWORK) after Liam goes to bed (8pm), I end up going to bed usually after 1am.
So, obviously having no choice, I agree, but am then bed ridden for the whole week before the party.
The party is now this Friday, and I'm trying very hard to get the basement clean.
Then, last night Mike decides to ask me how the basement was going as I was stepping out the door. I said that it was getting there. Then he decided to throw in that mom was really stressed about MY basement, and that I should hurry up and clean it for her.
Strike one.
That was most definetly the WRONG thing to say to me.
I responded with "It will get done. Nothing's more important that mom's happiness". And I left in a fury.
When I came home after chilling out, (I was gone at most 30 mins.) I noticed that Mike was still up so I took the opportunity to lay it down for him.
I did my best to be assertive and while really censoring myself, I gave him the full story of how I feel about this entire situation.
I think I really got my message across because he started telling me how he felt about living with mom. We're almost on the same page, and that's all that matters.
Unfortunately his soloution for the quality of life here is to just grin and bear it, which I don't agree with.
I'm very ready to pounce on the next opportunity with mom to really express myself.
It's gotten to the point where her attitude is really effecting everyone in the house hold. And household should be a community that's founded on equality. Unfortunately both Mike and I agree that it's more like we're squatters under the iron rule of my mother.
And I'm finished with it.
I can't keep fading into the background when she wants to tell me how to be a mother. I can't keep taking orders from her. I can't keep biting my tongue so not to offend her while she'll shoot her mouth off about how dissapointing, neglectful, and selfish I am.
She's a liar - I should say exaggerator - and she's a hypocrite.
I love my mom, and I know this because I take her shit because I don't want her to be upset.
But something's gotta give.
I know it's the holidays, and for her sake, I might as well wait until after the holidays, but she's just going to keep going and that will ruin my holidays anyway, so I might as well.
I'm not going to provoke a thing, but I will jump on the next available opportunity.
What's she going to do? Make me clean another toilet?
I'm so unbelievably astounded with the quality of life at my mother's house.
I just got over a really nasty sinus infection. I've never had anything like it, so that didn't help. When I decided to take Liam to the doctor's over a runny nose, she took one look at me, and checked me out, and I was really the sick one lol. So I got some medicine and started to mend.
Then I started to notice all these red dots on my body. I assumed it was an alergic reaction to my medicine because I had had a similar reaction to an antibiotic as a child. But it turns out that I have this viral rash called pityirisis rosea. It's not contagious, and it doesn't hurt or make me sick, but it's itchy, and it's going to be around for quite some time. Possibly even upwards around 2-6 months. I don't think my case will be that unpleasant, but it's a reality.
So all that being said, on to my life.
Bryn invited me to go to his office party. It's a black tie party at the Chateau Laurier. Ritzy huh? But Bryn and I are also staying the night, and so I needed a sitter. The obvious answer would be to ask mom. I stressed to her the importance of a hasty response, and when she said yes, I was exstatic. But of course, there's a catch. The catch was that I had to clean the basement. I live in the basement, it's not sparkling clean, but no one is ever down here unless Liam and I are going to bed. And I really don't have a hell of alot of time to clean, illness aside. I should be going to bed around 10:30-11 at night, but because of all the stuff I have to get done (LIKE HOMEWORK) after Liam goes to bed (8pm), I end up going to bed usually after 1am.
So, obviously having no choice, I agree, but am then bed ridden for the whole week before the party.
The party is now this Friday, and I'm trying very hard to get the basement clean.
Then, last night Mike decides to ask me how the basement was going as I was stepping out the door. I said that it was getting there. Then he decided to throw in that mom was really stressed about MY basement, and that I should hurry up and clean it for her.
Strike one.
That was most definetly the WRONG thing to say to me.
I responded with "It will get done. Nothing's more important that mom's happiness". And I left in a fury.
When I came home after chilling out, (I was gone at most 30 mins.) I noticed that Mike was still up so I took the opportunity to lay it down for him.
I did my best to be assertive and while really censoring myself, I gave him the full story of how I feel about this entire situation.
I think I really got my message across because he started telling me how he felt about living with mom. We're almost on the same page, and that's all that matters.
Unfortunately his soloution for the quality of life here is to just grin and bear it, which I don't agree with.
I'm very ready to pounce on the next opportunity with mom to really express myself.
It's gotten to the point where her attitude is really effecting everyone in the house hold. And household should be a community that's founded on equality. Unfortunately both Mike and I agree that it's more like we're squatters under the iron rule of my mother.
And I'm finished with it.
I can't keep fading into the background when she wants to tell me how to be a mother. I can't keep taking orders from her. I can't keep biting my tongue so not to offend her while she'll shoot her mouth off about how dissapointing, neglectful, and selfish I am.
She's a liar - I should say exaggerator - and she's a hypocrite.
I love my mom, and I know this because I take her shit because I don't want her to be upset.
But something's gotta give.
I know it's the holidays, and for her sake, I might as well wait until after the holidays, but she's just going to keep going and that will ruin my holidays anyway, so I might as well.
I'm not going to provoke a thing, but I will jump on the next available opportunity.
What's she going to do? Make me clean another toilet?