hmm
I wonder if my mom has any idea that we all hide from her all the time.
I doubt that she's aware of how deeply unpleasant she is to be around right now. It shouldn't be like this, but anymore we associate her taking care of household needs (like, you know, cleaning something) as her being in a bad mood, and therefore we must run away.
I was cleaning out some of the horrible things from the fridge, as I so often do when I come home (clean the house), and she came in and just told me that she wanted to do that. She thinks I'll throw away everything, while she'll only throw away vegetables which have grown legs. So I yielded, but in defense of my own attempt at charitable action said, 'I was just going to toss the things which were realling rotten out,' and she said, 'That's fine, but I want to be the one to do that.' I WAS TRYING TO BE NICE!! So now Laura and I are hiding in the basement, and we still hear crashing sounds upstairs coming from Mom's inability to control how noisy she is. Either she can't control it or she likes to make a lot of noise, 'cause it makes her feel like she's actually in control of this household.
See, we'd been taking care of these things for years. I'm not kidding when I say she would only cean things when she was in a really bad mood; usually I would get fed up and grab the vacuum, or when she was in a normal bad mood she would yell at us to clean. One time she told us, 'I'm not going to cook in a kitchen this filthy!' I laughed because it isn't like she cooked anyway. Sarah and I did the cooking, with Laura as backup. Mom, cook? No, she stopped doing that when we stopped being as cute.
I'm going to have a lot to tell my counselor next week.
I doubt that she's aware of how deeply unpleasant she is to be around right now. It shouldn't be like this, but anymore we associate her taking care of household needs (like, you know, cleaning something) as her being in a bad mood, and therefore we must run away.
I was cleaning out some of the horrible things from the fridge, as I so often do when I come home (clean the house), and she came in and just told me that she wanted to do that. She thinks I'll throw away everything, while she'll only throw away vegetables which have grown legs. So I yielded, but in defense of my own attempt at charitable action said, 'I was just going to toss the things which were realling rotten out,' and she said, 'That's fine, but I want to be the one to do that.' I WAS TRYING TO BE NICE!! So now Laura and I are hiding in the basement, and we still hear crashing sounds upstairs coming from Mom's inability to control how noisy she is. Either she can't control it or she likes to make a lot of noise, 'cause it makes her feel like she's actually in control of this household.
See, we'd been taking care of these things for years. I'm not kidding when I say she would only cean things when she was in a really bad mood; usually I would get fed up and grab the vacuum, or when she was in a normal bad mood she would yell at us to clean. One time she told us, 'I'm not going to cook in a kitchen this filthy!' I laughed because it isn't like she cooked anyway. Sarah and I did the cooking, with Laura as backup. Mom, cook? No, she stopped doing that when we stopped being as cute.
I'm going to have a lot to tell my counselor next week.