My Mom is Crazy
Well, it’s officially snowing today. It has been all day. Luckily the ground isn’t cold enough for it to stick, so it’s just been blowing snow all day. It’s also really freaking windy. Like 40mph winds. That sucks. And makes the wind chill be, oh, 10 degrees or so.
Tomorrow I’m supposed to be taking Mom to a cabin for her Christmas gift. Three days in the fucking wilderness with her. Sounds like a whole lot of not fun to me. The ironic thing is that this gift is just for her. I had originally intended to buy her and dad a new dishwasher. The cost of that is less than what I’m spending on this cabin. And it doesn’t include dad. Or the things I’ve already purchased her. Or the migraine I will have.
Speaking of having a bad time - she has all but thrown a tantrum today. I reserved the place around 3pm. She was happy. I made cookies. Did dishes. Made dinner. Still happy. She took a nap. Felt good. Then it was time for me to wash some clothes to go. Well, she wanted a certain pair of pajamas that she hasn’t seen in a year. Have I mentioned that my family is a bunch of packrats? So she’s getting pissed while dad and I are trying to find these pajamas - and we don’t even know what they look like. Then she gets more pissed because things are messed up. Now she can spend weeks in bed with newspapers, books, pills, clothes and other miscellaneous crap. In a twin sized bed. No lie. But when it’s time to find clothes to pack, she flips the fuck out and wants everything thrown away. I asked to just be allowed to, you know, pack. Since it’s late and all and I’ve been a bit busy today. This makes her more angry. And then she is wanting to know if something can be thrown away, but gets mad when I say yes without looking at it…because I know there are duplicates. But she won’t let me explain this. No, instead she screams and locks herself in her room. Refusing to go for the third time in seven hours. It’s no wonder I’m fucking insane.
PS: Have you been reading me over here?
Tomorrow I’m supposed to be taking Mom to a cabin for her Christmas gift. Three days in the fucking wilderness with her. Sounds like a whole lot of not fun to me. The ironic thing is that this gift is just for her. I had originally intended to buy her and dad a new dishwasher. The cost of that is less than what I’m spending on this cabin. And it doesn’t include dad. Or the things I’ve already purchased her. Or the migraine I will have.
Speaking of having a bad time - she has all but thrown a tantrum today. I reserved the place around 3pm. She was happy. I made cookies. Did dishes. Made dinner. Still happy. She took a nap. Felt good. Then it was time for me to wash some clothes to go. Well, she wanted a certain pair of pajamas that she hasn’t seen in a year. Have I mentioned that my family is a bunch of packrats? So she’s getting pissed while dad and I are trying to find these pajamas - and we don’t even know what they look like. Then she gets more pissed because things are messed up. Now she can spend weeks in bed with newspapers, books, pills, clothes and other miscellaneous crap. In a twin sized bed. No lie. But when it’s time to find clothes to pack, she flips the fuck out and wants everything thrown away. I asked to just be allowed to, you know, pack. Since it’s late and all and I’ve been a bit busy today. This makes her more angry. And then she is wanting to know if something can be thrown away, but gets mad when I say yes without looking at it…because I know there are duplicates. But she won’t let me explain this. No, instead she screams and locks herself in her room. Refusing to go for the third time in seven hours. It’s no wonder I’m fucking insane.
PS: Have you been reading me over here?