It's never a good idea to saty at my parents'
My mom had "an episode". That means she didn't have a stroke after all, but an early sign. Yee-Pee-Ka-Yey. She found out it wasn't a stroke today. I had to argue with her for @%$$%#@#$%##$%%@@#%#$%%^& 15 minutes to convince her to ask her doctor if she's allowed to drive....
Then, after I scolded her for telling my nephews that I'm coming to them without asking me, she went on and promised them Zula will come 2. Now I wouldn't care all that much if their mother didn't hate the dog that much or if they didn't love her just as much as their mother hate her... So, eventually I got royally pissed, and yelled at my mom that if she doesn't rectify it today ('cause tomorrow I will have to do it and be the bad guy), I won't be coming at all. My dad immediately phoned them to let them know the dog won't be coming and I will. Then my mom had the audacity to pout at dinner and give me the bitter silent treatment, which I naturally completely ignored. My parents, especially my mom are so disappointing. I don't want to be a mother for young kids, let alone for an old couple...
I miss Yehuda at this kind of times the most...
In order to block out the constant radio noise that my mom can't live without I've been listening to music. In today's case - Trial of Lancelot, Heather Dale. In order not to have to take care of the song list it's on repeat... I've been studying with it and the lyrics have started to sink in a bit. Man most of the album is sooooo sad... almost like me...
I want Yehuda...
Then, after I scolded her for telling my nephews that I'm coming to them without asking me, she went on and promised them Zula will come 2. Now I wouldn't care all that much if their mother didn't hate the dog that much or if they didn't love her just as much as their mother hate her... So, eventually I got royally pissed, and yelled at my mom that if she doesn't rectify it today ('cause tomorrow I will have to do it and be the bad guy), I won't be coming at all. My dad immediately phoned them to let them know the dog won't be coming and I will. Then my mom had the audacity to pout at dinner and give me the bitter silent treatment, which I naturally completely ignored. My parents, especially my mom are so disappointing. I don't want to be a mother for young kids, let alone for an old couple...
I miss Yehuda at this kind of times the most...
In order to block out the constant radio noise that my mom can't live without I've been listening to music. In today's case - Trial of Lancelot, Heather Dale. In order not to have to take care of the song list it's on repeat... I've been studying with it and the lyrics have started to sink in a bit. Man most of the album is sooooo sad... almost like me...
I want Yehuda...