Throw mama from the train…j/k.

My mother called me this morning, want to know why? Of course, you do. She called to tell me that she is going on a cruise, again. Now, she already told me this a few days ago but I guess she wanted to rub it in. She told me in a very condescending tone and it sounded like she thought I was going to be mad at her. I don’t get her, I don’t care that she is going on a cruise. Maybe she thought I would be upset because last year for my birthday she bought me a ticket to go on a cruise, after I told her I wanted to go on a cruise with Luis first, and I never got to go because we were dealing with Luis’ med board the week we were supposed to go. I wasn’t mad though, in fact I didn’t really want to go anyway. The idea of spending a whole week trapped on a boat with my mother and her sisters seemed more like torture than a gift. My cousin, who is the same age as me, was going too but even she couldn’t make the trip appeal to me. So, was I mad that I didn’t go? No. I was however mad that my mother got her money back and then never did anything for me for my birthday. They made a big deal about my cousin and I turning 25 and used it as an excuse to go on a cruise and then when I couldn’t go apparently 25 wasn’t a big deal anymore. I mean I don’t think it is a big deal at all but I think it was sheisty to not do anything for me.
So, I’m not mad that she is going on a cruise, it just reminds me of my birthday last year. Oh and the cruise she is taking this year is on my birthday, but its not like I would spend it with her anyway.

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I know, I know…

…I suck! I never had time to figure out how to post that video and what’s worse is that I already erased it from my memory card so I think I might have lost it for good, apparently I saved it wrong. Pretty much I am technologically a moron.
I did however have a pretty eventful day. After I took Nicholas to school this morning my mom and I dropped off her dog and my cat at the vet to get fixed. Then we came home and rearranged my office and I cleaned the upholstery on a chair my aunt gave me, it needs to be recovered but right now I can’t afford that so a cleaning will have to do. I must say that it isn’t that bad and it doesn’t matter because this chair is so freaking comfortable that it could be covered in poop and I’d still sit in it…maybe. It’s so comfortable that I am sitting in it right now blogging and watching my mom play tennis on the wii…old people are so funny. So where was I? Oh yeah, after I got done cleaning the chair, I bagged 4 bags of leaves (that sounds a little redundant) and then I took my mom to a “friend’s” house to get a massage. She is going to school to become a massage therapist but I personally think she is an idiot and a bad mom to boot but my mom doesn’t care, she got a free massage. Although I must say it bugs me a little how much my mom likes this girl because she is a trashy idiot and she is nicer to her that she is to J. Anyway, when we got done there we went to pick up Nicholas from school and we met his friend up at McDonald’s to play till it was time to get the animals. Now here comes the funny part. My mom is a freak about her dog, like way worse than me. I let my dogs sleep with me, kiss me, I got an SUV just for them to have room in the car when we go places but my mom is like that annoying over-protective mom that won’t let her dog do anything. She’s always like where is Barqs (as in the root beer, she’s a chocolate lab) and she is always right there by her. She takes her out front at my house to let her pee when she is more than capable of opening the back door and letting her go by herself in the backyard. It annoys me because my dogs always want to go out front but in my neighborhood you can’t have a dog out without a leash and although I know my dogs won’t go anywhere, I like to follow rules, I don’t think they apply to everyone but me. So now that her precious Barqs got fixed she is like freaking out about my dogs being near her because she doesn’t want Barqs to get hurt. Earlier I let her out in the backyard with my dogs because she was standing by the door, so I told my mom that she was out and she stopped cooking (she was making green beans…her way) and went to get her. The funny thing is that my dogs are not playing rough with her, they get that she is hurt, I told her this but she thinks I know nothing.
So, how is my cat you ask? Well, she apparently turned into the spawn of Satan after I left the vet’s office and tried to claw the vet tech. Then they told me she wasn’t very happy when she woke and thank bob they had thought about her being an irritable bitch before the surgery and put her in their carrying crate rather than in a cage after the surgery. So I told the woman that I would go back to get her and that she wouldn’t scratch mommy. Yeah…I get back there and she starts growling at me as soon as I opened the crate. I quickly closed it and told her I would be back with it tomorrow. She growled for about 5 minutes after that and the vet tech told me to give her 24 hours and she would be my sweet little kitty again. It’s just so weird, this is the cat that lets Sophia carry her all over the house, she pushes her in her baby stroller and takes her outside and jumps while holding her on the trampoline, she is the sweetest cat in the world…except today apparently. So, she is still groggy right now but she stopped growling and is letting us hold her and I hope she starts feeling better soon. I’ll post an update tomorrow but Barqs is doing great, she’s handling it like a champ and hopefully Diamond will be soon too.

Caution: Visiting Mother

So, my mom is here visiting right now and well, although she isn’t driving me crazy yet I’m sure she will be by Friday when she goes home. She was supposed to leave on Thursday but she informed me when she got here that she’s going to wait now to leave on Friday morning, isn’t that nice. My mom is really great most of the time, okay like 70% of the time but the other 30% she makes me want to kill her. She has this way of making sure you do things her way, like tonight I was really shocked that she allowed me to cook how I wanted to because normally she doesn’t let me. She says things to me like:
Mom: “Aren’t you going to “doctor up” your green beans, put some salt? pepper? butter?”
Me: “No.”
Mom: “But it tastes so much better.”
Me: “Yes, but it isn’t healthier.”
Mom: “But the kids will eat better if it tastes better.”
Me: “But they will be fat from eating green beans with a pound of butter in it. I’m not going to clog their arteries with green beans, and besides they eat them just fine the way I make them.”
Mom: “If you say so.”
Sophia always eats her green beans but Nicholas doesn’t, so I lied a little, but tonight it was like he was in my head reading my thoughts. Bless him, he ate the freakin‘ green beans and I didn’t even have to bribe him. It was awesome because it was a nice fuck you to my mom and I didn’t even have to say it. If that same situation had happened like a year ago she would have waited till I went to the bathroom and grabbed the salt, pepper and butter and “fixed” my green beans. Its funny though because when I went to the bathroom I was listening for the cabinets opening, she opened them once but I think she thought better of it.
We used to get along just fine…well, not really fine, she bossed me around and I did what she said or looked the other way when she did something wrong, but this past summer she really pissed me off and I called her on it. The strain on our relationship goes back further than that but during the summer I told her how I really felt about her. This really pissed her off and she victimized herself but then eventually she saw what I was saying and she started improving. My mom has a huge problem with lying and she loves drama and she loves people to feel sorry for her. The biggest strain on our relationship comes from when I was stupid enough to move in with her when I was pregnant with Sophia and Luis was going to Iraq. I had lived with her during our first deployment and it worked out well so I thought it would be a good idea again…I was wrong. It started out okay, Luis was able to stay back till I had Sophia so we were living separately but he was there for me. Then about 2 weeks before I gave birth they let him come and stay with me, it was nice. The problems came after I had Sophia and Luis went on to Iraq. D had been gone for awhile and J was missing him and me and she hadn’t been able to see Sophia yet so she came down to visit us for a couple weeks. My mom and J are like oil and water, neither one of them really like each other, they both say they do but I know them both better and they don’t, they just say that for me. So, J had just gotten Sunny and well, Sunny was special when she was a pup, not a bad dog just very excited (she pretty much still is) and J wanted to crate her at night just in case, so she didn’t chew anything up or pee in the house. Well, Sunny didn’t like the crate at all, in fact she got diarrhea in it and stunk the place up. My mom was a total bitch about this, like it was her fault or something. Still to this day my mom doesn’t like Sunny, but really I don’t know who could not like Sunny, she’s so sweet. So that is where the problems started, then my mom would get mad at me and J for staying up late talking on the Internet…to our husbands in Iraq! She said we were neglecting our children, mind you, she didn’t tell us this…no, she told all my aunts. She also told them that she was taking care of our children because we were so tired from staying up all night online, which by the way is total crap. So she convinced all my aunts that she was taking care of 3 kids while we slept all day, luckily one of my aunts told my cousin whom I am very close with and she told me but it was after J left that all this came out. So, when I found out I was so hurt that my mother made me look like such a bad person and a bad mother that I packed up the kids and went to J’s house and we lived there for 2 weeks, till I got the call from Luis that he had cancer. I never talked to her about it till we were moving all our things out of her house and Luis actually started it. They got in a huge fight and when she asked for me to back her up I turned my back on her and walked away, she ended up slapping Luis in the face and then she left. It was about a month before we talked again and unfortunately it was because I needed her. J was helping me soooo much but I needed someone to stay with the kids while Luis had his surgeries and chemo, so when I called her it was like she won. She never apologized for lying about me and J but I couldn’t really push it because I had no choice. While I was staying at the Fisher House in San Antonio with Luis she told me she had gotten a card from her cousin, I asked her what for and she told me he sent her a sympathy card saying how sorry he was for what SHE was going through. That still pisses me off to this day, I can only imagine what she was telling people she was having to deal with. Leave it to my mom to make my husband having cancer all about her. Anyway, as you can see I am still very bitter about this and it obviously causes some problems between us. She pretends she doesn’t know that anything is different but it wasn’t until that happened that I ever thought about living anywhere but Texas, now I want to get far, far away. I still love her, she is my mom and she is a GREAT grandmother but things will never be the same between us.
So, I hope you followed that. I didn’t start out writing this thinking it would turn into that but it feels nice having that off my chest.

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