The woman is a lunatic
A complete freakish lunatic. She flipped out because there's something she wants me to do tomorrow(make dinner for her) and I asked her to write down what she wants me to do. One because I am not going to remember that the squash sitting on our countertop is for cooking, because there is always a squash sitting on our countertop. Two because I have never cooked said squash before and I don't feel like dealing with her tantrum when I get it wrong. So I asked her to write it down(a discussion we will be having once my dad gets back anyways but that's another story.) And she flipped. What's so wrong with me that I can't remember to do this for her? It's not difficult, I should be making the effort to remember. This from the woman who forgets more than I could begin to list. (Most memorable instance was when she asked for "the white" at a family birthday gathering. The 3 of us sitting at the end of the table with the sugar, the Splenda and the cream--we were having coffee, in case you haven't picked up on that--stared at each other. Then she asked for the white again, and my aunt passed her the cream, hoping it was right. She couldn't remember the word "cream" or even "milk." The white.)
Then she started flipping out at Michael, since she was mad at me for asking her to write it down--and I never said I wasn't going to do it, I asked her to write it down. She started going off, I calmly repeated that I would like her to write it down. Rant gets bigger, and I said that if she wants me to do it, she needs to write it down. (Oh yeah, asking her to take 2 minutes to write down what she wants cooked and how is demanding far too much because she's "trying to get ready for bed" and she can't do it in the morning because she doesn't have time.) Anyways, Mike has no problem telling her she's totally overreacting and being insane. Which, of course, sets her off more.
I didn't bring up that Barbara and I have discussed this(her demands, which start off quite reasonable and quickly escalate into ridiculous) and Barbara wants me to make a deal with my mom that if she wants me to do something, she needs to write it down in the morning--night before is fine with me too--and if it's not written down, she is not allowed to sulk, complain, yell, or otherwise be negative about the fact that I didn't do it. I talked to my dad about it, he agreed to mediate when I talk to mom about this. And Barbara told me to call if Mom either won't make the deal, or breaks it--she said she'll talk to my mom if that's the case. And part of the deal would be that I have to bring in the sheets my mom would leave with the stuff she wanted me to do when I go in to see Barbara.
Oy, I so need a job so I can get the hell out of here.
Then she started flipping out at Michael, since she was mad at me for asking her to write it down--and I never said I wasn't going to do it, I asked her to write it down. She started going off, I calmly repeated that I would like her to write it down. Rant gets bigger, and I said that if she wants me to do it, she needs to write it down. (Oh yeah, asking her to take 2 minutes to write down what she wants cooked and how is demanding far too much because she's "trying to get ready for bed" and she can't do it in the morning because she doesn't have time.) Anyways, Mike has no problem telling her she's totally overreacting and being insane. Which, of course, sets her off more.
I didn't bring up that Barbara and I have discussed this(her demands, which start off quite reasonable and quickly escalate into ridiculous) and Barbara wants me to make a deal with my mom that if she wants me to do something, she needs to write it down in the morning--night before is fine with me too--and if it's not written down, she is not allowed to sulk, complain, yell, or otherwise be negative about the fact that I didn't do it. I talked to my dad about it, he agreed to mediate when I talk to mom about this. And Barbara told me to call if Mom either won't make the deal, or breaks it--she said she'll talk to my mom if that's the case. And part of the deal would be that I have to bring in the sheets my mom would leave with the stuff she wanted me to do when I go in to see Barbara.
Oy, I so need a job so I can get the hell out of here.