Comments | britpoptarts: Pleasing the Unpleasable

britpoptarts

Pleasing the Unpleasable

Aug 29, 2007 09:54

This week, my Mom's car battery died. I've been tapped to be her chauffeur. She has kept me waiting for her for a MINIMUM of twenty minutes each time, and a maximum of an hour and a half. This morning, I was ready to come get her fifteen minutes early and she pushed the time (for me to leave the house to fetch her) up to 8:15. It's five minutes ( Read more... )

parental angst, family woes, fussing, drama

Comments 10

mckitterick August 29 2007, 14:41:27 UTC

Parents: Harumph.

Your fall: So sorry to hear that!

britpoptarts August 29 2007, 15:41:16 UTC

Aw, thanks.

I will soon have matching boo-boo scars on each leg. That's hottt, right?

:P

wonderbink August 29 2007, 16:35:29 UTC

Good on you. Here's hoping your mom might actually learn a lesson instead of 'punishing' you for teaching it to her.

britpoptarts August 29 2007, 17:01:04 UTC

I live in hope, man. Truly.

istealcookies August 29 2007, 23:11:00 UTC

oy.....mothers! i think they tend to get more annoying with age. either that, or our thresholds for bullshit tolerance as daughters, go lower each year!

britpoptarts August 30 2007, 00:22:21 UTC

I think I'll take door #2. That's probably more accurate.

If anything, my mom is far less critical these days. (Imagine how it USED to be!)

libgirl August 29 2007, 23:39:51 UTC

My Mom is like that. Absolutely.

She pitches a fit if I call to say that I'm going to be 10 minutes late picking her up and then I get there and wait another hour for her to finish getting ready--her excuse--Well, you said you were going to be late. ~boggles~

I'm having sympathy pains for you.

britpoptarts August 30 2007, 00:20:31 UTC

I'm glad I am not the only one.

Infuriating, isn't it?

Another grafalloon anonymous August 31 2007, 18:31:36 UTC

Did the same thing with the fall on Father's Day holding my son in the parking lot of a restaurant. Fell, ironically, off the edge of a handicap ramp! It wasn't painted. Asphalt ripped right through my pants, but fortunately I flipped over protecting my little bear cub. (Growl.) We have bandages, and tape, and a nifty looking lace-up foot brace I got at the orthopedist's when it got to the point I thought I'd broken it. So, they x-rayed me and turns out I'm in the pre-condition of fallen arches. So, I'm all about comfy shoes these days. Still need to go get some custom inserts made. I'm actually glad I fell because I knew I needed some inserts, but did not know I had this condition. A happy accident, you could say. Still, I feel for you. The scrapes hurt ( ... )

Re: Another grafalloon britpoptarts September 1 2007, 08:34:10 UTC

I wear thong shoes in the shower has nothing to do with my strange ancles and arches, I do it because the shower is 60 years old and I don't like stepping on rust, flaking paint and goodness knows what else. The nice bath/shower combo upstairs is out of commission due to a buggered "drum trap" or some such, which will cost a couple thousand dollars to repair and require not only a plumber but a carpenter to replace the ceiling after the plumber saws through it to reach the goddamned drum trap thing.

The shower is for short people who hate good water pressure. The showerhead sort of spits on my chest, so to wash my hair I have to duck.

Also, I share the shower with a small green frog. I'd take him outside, but he hides until I am completely naked and covered with wet soapsuds, and THEN jumps on me and flees to parts unknown.

I'm going to name him if this keeps up. Right now he is just Wee Frawg.