A Huge Rant
Feel free to completely ignore this post. In fact, please do.
Don't let the cut text (lifted shamelessly from Avenue Q) or the cheerfully coloured and rather amusing icon fool you: this is not a happy post It's basically me going: ADAMANTIUM RAGE! HULK SMASH! Because I can't do that in real life.
I just had a huge row with my mum.
We were supposed to be going to the bank today to sort out my savings. (For a variety of reasons, the deadline for doing this is Monday.) Except my Uncle Merv and Auntie Carol decided to come over - virtually unannounced, because hey, the courtesy of calling more than ten minutes in advance apparently doesn't apply (and has never applied) to us.
This pissed me off mmediately because a) I know that my mum wanted to get out into the garden this afternoon, and b) I know that my Uncle Merv generally pisses my mum (and me) off at the moment what with his "I'll call for half an hour and that's my duty done" attitude towards my Nan. (To put this into perspective: Mostly, the only time my Mum apart from my Nan when one or both of them are asleep.)
So, they came over. We checked to see if we could go on Monday to see the Bank; in a moment of stupid, I assured my mum it'd be fine. (In fact, it wasn't - I have somehow lost a week's worth of time. :/ ) They stayed ... not very long. About an hour, perhaps. Towards the end of their visit, I realised that we needed to see the bank before Monday, and had a small panic.
Anyway, their visit eventually dragged out another 45 minutes. This took us to 4:10. Banks close at 4:30. Suckage, yes?
At about ten to four, I checked online to see what banks are open when: there's one open tomorrow in Wigan that I could go to. Thinking, "I know, I'll save mum from rushing out today and go tomorrow," I told mum about this.
"But I have to take your nan for a flu jab tomorrow," says Mum. "It's at 11:45 and the bank closes at 14:00."
"I'll go by myself," Says I. "I'm capable of talking to the bank; I have done it before." (I'm paraphrasing.)
"But we could go today," Says Mum, at approximately five past four. "I can cancel my Doctor's appointment at 4:50 and we can talk to them now."
Um, sorry, but that's really stupid because I can go tomorrow. (I didn't say that.) "But it'd be easier to go tomorrow," says I. "You could drop me at the station on your way to the flu jab and I can talk to them myself. I can do that, you know. I did it in Durham; I am capable."
See, all this 'Let's go today and nearly kill ourselves rushing and drop everything to go today!!' stuff was starting to make me feel like my mum thinks I'm incapable of sorting this myself. >/ But my mum get this martyred expression and goes all woeful and starts saying, "Fine," in that tone of voice that blatantly means, "Not Fine."
ARGH. So, I say to her, "Did you really want to go with me, or something?"
"No, no, of course not," she says. LIES. D< And then, to put the icing on the cake, she says to my dad: "I was thinking, this weekend, just you and Alice could go down to Warwick to drop her things off, that way no one will be in the way and she can manage by herself now."
Or, as I like to think of it: "Whine whine bitch whine martyr martyr martyr whine."
So, I snapped. I said (shouted) something about just wanting to help her out and not wanting her to rush about and trying to, you know, stop her from having to trail about after me when she had a bajillion other things to do. And then I stormed off upstairs.
She's now out, at her doctor's appointment. I'm upstairs, typing this and still feeling kind of pissed off because WHY AM I ALWAYS THE BAD GUY?! I try and I try and I try again and I'm always the bad guy.
She's on an impossibly short fuse because of the stress. I know this sounds horrible, but it's my Nan's fault and we need to do something. There needs to be some kind of intervention because right now my mum is not my mum: she is some kind of horrible beast-person with no sense of humour, no patience and sod-all time for anyone but my Nan (not even herself).
I'm sorry, but I really have reached breaking point with this. I don't want to be glad to be leaving for Warwick on Thursday, but I damn well am - and that breaks my heart.
Oh, and to make things even more awesome? The card from my camera (which contains photos from the London trip) seems to have been corrupted. Nothing (from computers to the camera itself) will read it; PC says that the card needs formatting. BUGGERING ARSE.
My Unnecessary Emo tag has never applied so much as it does right now. :/
I'm going to go back to designing fandom pokemon. (Yes, I'm that level of sad. I partially blame Ice_Elf.) Later, I'm going to read His Dark Materials/Sherlock fusion fic and hackhackHACK at things in a Zelda game (probably Twilight Princess because pretty).
EDIT: Mum came home from the doctor's and, apparently, at some point while making tea decided to busy the hatchet. Things are OK again. (But I'm still at the end of my tether. *sigh*)
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Don't let the cut text (lifted shamelessly from Avenue Q) or the cheerfully coloured and rather amusing icon fool you: this is not a happy post It's basically me going: ADAMANTIUM RAGE! HULK SMASH! Because I can't do that in real life.
I just had a huge row with my mum.
We were supposed to be going to the bank today to sort out my savings. (For a variety of reasons, the deadline for doing this is Monday.) Except my Uncle Merv and Auntie Carol decided to come over - virtually unannounced, because hey, the courtesy of calling more than ten minutes in advance apparently doesn't apply (and has never applied) to us.
This pissed me off mmediately because a) I know that my mum wanted to get out into the garden this afternoon, and b) I know that my Uncle Merv generally pisses my mum (and me) off at the moment what with his "I'll call for half an hour and that's my duty done" attitude towards my Nan. (To put this into perspective: Mostly, the only time my Mum apart from my Nan when one or both of them are asleep.)
So, they came over. We checked to see if we could go on Monday to see the Bank; in a moment of stupid, I assured my mum it'd be fine. (In fact, it wasn't - I have somehow lost a week's worth of time. :/ ) They stayed ... not very long. About an hour, perhaps. Towards the end of their visit, I realised that we needed to see the bank before Monday, and had a small panic.
Anyway, their visit eventually dragged out another 45 minutes. This took us to 4:10. Banks close at 4:30. Suckage, yes?
At about ten to four, I checked online to see what banks are open when: there's one open tomorrow in Wigan that I could go to. Thinking, "I know, I'll save mum from rushing out today and go tomorrow," I told mum about this.
"But I have to take your nan for a flu jab tomorrow," says Mum. "It's at 11:45 and the bank closes at 14:00."
"I'll go by myself," Says I. "I'm capable of talking to the bank; I have done it before." (I'm paraphrasing.)
"But we could go today," Says Mum, at approximately five past four. "I can cancel my Doctor's appointment at 4:50 and we can talk to them now."
Um, sorry, but that's really stupid because I can go tomorrow. (I didn't say that.) "But it'd be easier to go tomorrow," says I. "You could drop me at the station on your way to the flu jab and I can talk to them myself. I can do that, you know. I did it in Durham; I am capable."
See, all this 'Let's go today and nearly kill ourselves rushing and drop everything to go today!!' stuff was starting to make me feel like my mum thinks I'm incapable of sorting this myself. >/ But my mum get this martyred expression and goes all woeful and starts saying, "Fine," in that tone of voice that blatantly means, "Not Fine."
ARGH. So, I say to her, "Did you really want to go with me, or something?"
"No, no, of course not," she says. LIES. D< And then, to put the icing on the cake, she says to my dad: "I was thinking, this weekend, just you and Alice could go down to Warwick to drop her things off, that way no one will be in the way and she can manage by herself now."
Or, as I like to think of it: "Whine whine bitch whine martyr martyr martyr whine."
So, I snapped. I said (shouted) something about just wanting to help her out and not wanting her to rush about and trying to, you know, stop her from having to trail about after me when she had a bajillion other things to do. And then I stormed off upstairs.
She's now out, at her doctor's appointment. I'm upstairs, typing this and still feeling kind of pissed off because WHY AM I ALWAYS THE BAD GUY?! I try and I try and I try again and I'm always the bad guy.
She's on an impossibly short fuse because of the stress. I know this sounds horrible, but it's my Nan's fault and we need to do something. There needs to be some kind of intervention because right now my mum is not my mum: she is some kind of horrible beast-person with no sense of humour, no patience and sod-all time for anyone but my Nan (not even herself).
I'm sorry, but I really have reached breaking point with this. I don't want to be glad to be leaving for Warwick on Thursday, but I damn well am - and that breaks my heart.
Oh, and to make things even more awesome? The card from my camera (which contains photos from the London trip) seems to have been corrupted. Nothing (from computers to the camera itself) will read it; PC says that the card needs formatting. BUGGERING ARSE.
My Unnecessary Emo tag has never applied so much as it does right now. :/
I'm going to go back to designing fandom pokemon. (Yes, I'm that level of sad. I partially blame Ice_Elf.) Later, I'm going to read His Dark Materials/Sherlock fusion fic and hackhackHACK at things in a Zelda game (probably Twilight Princess because pretty).
EDIT: Mum came home from the doctor's and, apparently, at some point while making tea decided to busy the hatchet. Things are OK again. (But I'm still at the end of my tether. *sigh*)
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