last Friday. This move is not met with the same anticipation and joy like when my sister moved here. More like dread and despair and locusts (which weirdly, I originally typed as crocuses?) and bees and Armageddon.
I don't really care for my mother too much, and I am hoping that by her living here maybe I can start making some good memories that will help eradicate all the really bad memories I have of her. She is not helping me with that quite yet.
Now, I hate having to wait for people. Hate it. If we have a plan, do the plan. Don't start to get ready for the plan when I am starting the plan. Irony is, I was super late to my kid's birthday celebration on Sunday. Nearly TWO hours late. I felt like crap being late, but I was cooking for her, from scratch, and while I accounted for COOKING time, I forgot that it takes time to mix batter from scratch and to peel and mandolin 4lbs of potatoes. And prepare meatloaves. So I was late and I apologized, but I understand if everyone was irritated with me...they have every right, especially my sister and kids who had been waiting and were starving...but they were gracious...but MOM? she called me out, "So what happened to you being here at 3". Yeah, I JUST APOLOGIZED FOR THAT. (I didn't add that if she had come over to my house when she said she would to help me with the stuff she said she would I wouldn't have been late. But whatever.)
Anyways, so tonight we are going out for her birthday dinner. Guess where she picked to go? CiCi's Pizza, which is an inexpensive pizza buffet. Not my fave, but whatever, birthday people get to pick with no complaints from the peanut gallery. So she just called me at work to ask if Mr. P and I would pick her up on our way. Sure, whatever. I tell her we will be there a little after 6. So she says, "Okay, well call me on your way and I will get changed and cleaned up".
NO. I live FIVE minutes from her. Literally, less than 3 miles on a 55 mph road. Just get your freaking clothes changed and be ready by a little after 6...what the fuck is so hard to understand about that?
So while my life is infinitely good, I don't have the work angst at such a level anymore, I got to read this as Mr. P's FaceBook status last night after he cooked ME dinner, [Mr. P] is having a quiet dinner at home with his bride and watching some TV. I'm a lucky guy to have someone who loves me so much! and my kids are being my sweet, smart kids, I now have my mother. All the time my mother.
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i.am.so.sorry.
as you know, my mother lives with me. i think she and your mother could be friends. and you and i could write a book.
and im sorry if this sounds rude but who the hell chooses CiCis as their birthday dinner? ive eaten there a few times, mainly when i wanted to fill up a family of four for less than $6. i was not impressed.
I'm telling you Hotch - your mom moving close is your ticket to a movie deal.
PS: If I tell my husband that class will bring out my inner skank - I think he'll pee him self in anticipation of me taking the class! You just crack me up!!
Family, mine sucks right now and the only one I am getting along with is my mother. I just had a meltdown with all of them and told them to hit the road. Yeah, it wasn't good, really I should have counted to 10,100 or maybe a 1,000. Oh, well...
LOL, I like what everyone is saying - time for that book deal! ;) You'll have stories galore.
I hope it gets better, like you said. Making some new, good, memories I mean :)
why? why did she move there? wtf? ok. well. all i can say is i really, really hope it gets better. we have eaten at cici's twice and while the kids think it's a hoot (i'm beginning to think they have no taste buds) i think it is nasty. but cheap. and sometimes that's good.
i love what mr p posted on fb--that is too damn sweet. really. i'm verklempt.
i think in real life you might hate me. i'm usually late to everything. no matter how early i start preparing or leaving or whateve, i'm at least 5-10 mins late about 75% of the time. on the flip side, i hate when people are too early. my mom typically shows up 30 mins before whatever time i tell her to come if we're having something at my house. i've started telling her 30 min later that everyone else.
I'm still MOST annoyed by the crap she eats. I man who eats generic bologna and generic white bread? WHO?
oh DEAR. that does not sound.. um.. good. this reminds me of swistle's posts about her MIL, but she lives far away, at least..! poor you guys :-)
Oh. Holy. Shit. You and your sister may have to start another blog just to chronicle stuff your mom does. Please, PLEASE post pictures of her new apartment.
Wow... Doesn't sound like it's going to be easy to make good memories! On the other hand... call her 30 minutes before you leave. That way she'll be ready when y ou get there!
Is it totally and completely awful of me to get excited knowing the super funny stories that will be forthcoming??
I'm really sorry that she moved there. I really can't even imagine (shudders).
I have friends like your mother. I always wind up telling them the party starts or I'll pick them up or we'll meet 15-30 minutes earlier than I plan to be there ... because I know their time machines are very different than mine. It drives me crazy.
I don't attend WW meetings regularly - I'm a lifetime member - so I only pay for the weeks I go - and I only go when I can find someone to go with me. SO, that means that the day that I do go is never the same weekday. If I just consistently start my flex & AP pts on Mondays, then I'm not potentially "re-starting" and using more than 35 flex in a week. In my head - it makes it more consistent.....
Okay, I am totally feeling you. I can imagine how frustrating it is. I know it's a venting session but I can't help but give a bit of advise. I am just so sarcastic that, if you want her ready at 6, call her at 5 and tell her you're on your way and then don't leave until 6. This way she'll be ready and waiting for you and you won't have to wait for her.
Okay, pick a reasonable time. If it doesn't take her an hour to get ready, call 15 minutes ahead. Whatever works. that's just sneaky enough that she doesn't realize what you're doing eventually but that makes sure that you don't have to wait for her.
ThankYouThankYouThankYou. Thank. You.
You have been an awesome and normal mother. Thank you.
Thank you.
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