Lucy is back!! yay!!
Today. Another brilliant day. So fresh and brisk outside. I met up with an old friend that I have not seen for a couple months. We have been bf since gr.6-she loves me. She is possibly one of the silliest people I know. We had lunch and did some mad gossiping. I heart her. Her life is that of a soap opera. Which if you know me I also heart. They are key to falling asleep to. The soap operas are so boring that they are prime for nap time. Just FYI. Then we strolled for a couple hours going in and out of shops. Then went for a cup of something hot and parted ways. (I will never look at a bubble the same way-nvm)
I then came home. Started watching clueless-best movie ever. Haha. Then Mar came over. We hung out for a squat amount of time and then went to meet Zak and Kat to go out for dinner. We of course played the do, date and ditch game for like an hour! I am loving that game. We were supposed to go to a party but we were not in the mood. After supper we walked along the danforth and went to second cup and chatted there for about an hour. Then Mar came over. We sprawled out on my couch and watched some of Amelie-cutest movie ever. She just went home a couple minutes ago.
So my mother was off this evening to go to a party with the phone guy.
I expected her to be out until late hours of the night. Dancing, drinking wine and talking art. That apparently was not the case. When I came home she was in the room I am typing this in, sitting all alone. I knew right away. The distant look in her eyes did not need to say anymore. “Are you drunk?” I asked. She nodded. Now normally I would say she was drunk, she had a few too many, but whatever, she was just having fun. She was clearly not having a fun time.
I asked her if she had been trying to drink her problems away, she said yes, “perhaps”. When I asked her, "from a scale of 1-10 how drunk are you?" She said a 4. I mean she does not reek of alcohol and she seems to be pronouncing her words properly. I found this whole situation to be very unsettling. When I got her to tell me why she was crying, it has something to do with her “boy toy” which by the way she hates me calling him. Haha. When I was on the phone with Mar the other day, Rob (boy toy) called on the other line and I yelled to my mother, “mom! Your boy toy called.” And when I got off the phone she gave me a very discerning look and was all like, you know Rob and I are just friends and he is not “my boy toy” so I would appreciate if you didn’t say that, especially in front of your friends. It absolutely killed me. The whole situation is funny when I reenact it. Perhaps not so much on the Lj. And it is funnier when you know my mother.
Anyway, so I made my mother some tea, and a piece of toast to suck up the alcohol. I snuggled her up into bed and made witty remarks to take her mind off of her lingering sadness. I should not have to take care of my mother. This I know. I am the one who is suppose to be drinking my sorrows away and throwing them up again to restart the morose cycle of drinking. Unfortunately I am happy and do not relay on alcohal to make me happy. dammit. haha.I am just glad she was not sick. But I really didn’t mind helping her out. As usual, being the kind person I am, I put the whole situation in perspective for her and made her feel warm and happy. YES.
Anyway so my mother is going through menopause- oh joy for me. And I think she is just sensitive about her age. She’ll be fine; I just wish she could have dealt with her problems minus the drinking. She said she was feeling a bit shy because she did not know too many people at the party-and that was part of it. This whole situation made me thankful that neither of my parents are alcoholics.
P.s I got a really sexy pilots hat today.Andrea(gr.6 girl) got the same one. I thought that it was imperative that you know about the hat so when you see it on me you give me a complement of how hot my hat is. done.
I then came home. Started watching clueless-best movie ever. Haha. Then Mar came over. We hung out for a squat amount of time and then went to meet Zak and Kat to go out for dinner. We of course played the do, date and ditch game for like an hour! I am loving that game. We were supposed to go to a party but we were not in the mood. After supper we walked along the danforth and went to second cup and chatted there for about an hour. Then Mar came over. We sprawled out on my couch and watched some of Amelie-cutest movie ever. She just went home a couple minutes ago.
So my mother was off this evening to go to a party with the phone guy.
I expected her to be out until late hours of the night. Dancing, drinking wine and talking art. That apparently was not the case. When I came home she was in the room I am typing this in, sitting all alone. I knew right away. The distant look in her eyes did not need to say anymore. “Are you drunk?” I asked. She nodded. Now normally I would say she was drunk, she had a few too many, but whatever, she was just having fun. She was clearly not having a fun time.
I asked her if she had been trying to drink her problems away, she said yes, “perhaps”. When I asked her, "from a scale of 1-10 how drunk are you?" She said a 4. I mean she does not reek of alcohol and she seems to be pronouncing her words properly. I found this whole situation to be very unsettling. When I got her to tell me why she was crying, it has something to do with her “boy toy” which by the way she hates me calling him. Haha. When I was on the phone with Mar the other day, Rob (boy toy) called on the other line and I yelled to my mother, “mom! Your boy toy called.” And when I got off the phone she gave me a very discerning look and was all like, you know Rob and I are just friends and he is not “my boy toy” so I would appreciate if you didn’t say that, especially in front of your friends. It absolutely killed me. The whole situation is funny when I reenact it. Perhaps not so much on the Lj. And it is funnier when you know my mother.
Anyway, so I made my mother some tea, and a piece of toast to suck up the alcohol. I snuggled her up into bed and made witty remarks to take her mind off of her lingering sadness. I should not have to take care of my mother. This I know. I am the one who is suppose to be drinking my sorrows away and throwing them up again to restart the morose cycle of drinking. Unfortunately I am happy and do not relay on alcohal to make me happy. dammit. haha.I am just glad she was not sick. But I really didn’t mind helping her out. As usual, being the kind person I am, I put the whole situation in perspective for her and made her feel warm and happy. YES.
Anyway so my mother is going through menopause- oh joy for me. And I think she is just sensitive about her age. She’ll be fine; I just wish she could have dealt with her problems minus the drinking. She said she was feeling a bit shy because she did not know too many people at the party-and that was part of it. This whole situation made me thankful that neither of my parents are alcoholics.
P.s I got a really sexy pilots hat today.Andrea(gr.6 girl) got the same one. I thought that it was imperative that you know about the hat so when you see it on me you give me a complement of how hot my hat is. done.