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| Pain in the Grass |
| 05.02.05 (7:53 pm) [edit] |
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It's that traditional time of the year in the ScubaDiva family when the poop hits the fan. Of course, Mother's Day is approaching. Now, don't get me wrong, I love my mom and she means well but SHE DRIVES ME FUCKING NUTS. Example: This evening I call her. She said she was worried that she hadn't heard from me (in 24 hours). I told her that I wasn't feeling well and stayed in bed most of the weekend. She said "Well, you told me you had plans so I didn't come over, I'm not psychic!" I replied that I didn't feel well and didn't want to deal with anyone or get out of bed. (Especially her) So she wanted to come over and help with me getting my 2005 garden started. She's been on my ass for weeks about wanting to help. I asked her how Wednesday was - she said it was perfect. Then I said that we needed to make some ground rules to avoid any conflicts. She said there was no need for ground rules (like she disregards all of them anyway) that I was going to sit in a chair and point to what went where. I told her NO - that this was my garden and I would be actively involved and should could help or she could not be involved at all. I told her that it was essential to set up some ground rules to make sure that boundaries were in line so there would be no problems. So then she had another hissy fit saying that perhaps they should be written down and negotiated and she'd sign them. I told her that in past history, it really didn't make a difference because she disregarded them anyway. She asked for an example. So I told her about how I forbade her from mowing my yard repeatedly over the past five years. (She would come over when she knew I wasn't there and mow it. I went so far as to change the code on my garage door so she couldn't get in.) She said that she was sick and tired of me making threats and using 'gray areas'? How was that a threat? And what was gray about that? I said "DO NOT MOW MY YARD EVER." Hissy fit continued from her with a dash of martyrism, bitchiness and spin-control. I got sick of her shit. I told her to forget coming over on Wednesday. I just couldn't deal with her and I'd need a near-fatal dose of Klonopin to deal with her. |
posted by: trekguy (reply)
post date: 05.03.05 (2:26 am)
That woamn just can't stand that your a grown woman can she?? I feel for you!!
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 05.03.05 (3:49 am)
Reply to: Godsmack
I don't have any toys in my yard -remember, I'm a single female. Just watch out for Alvin, my chipmunk - but he stays clear. Lulu and Sassy usually sit on the porch and 'supervise' (which means they are sleeping in the sun and look over irritated from time to time because of the noise - you know that glance with just one eye peeking open?)
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 05.03.05 (3:57 am)
Reply to: trekguy
Nope. I've thought perhaps if she came in with me in a rather scandalous position with a man if it would hit her - then again, she'd probably start beating him... LOL
posted by: Rose1922 (reply)
post date: 05.03.05 (4:44 am)
Hey i love your blogs they r so good keep writing.
Rose.xxx
posted by: linda (reply)
post date: 05.03.05 (7:47 am)
wow, don't know what to say, except I'm glad I have a good relationship with my daughter, I just moved her to an apartment three flights up, so but I know she appreciates me and now she is on her own for decorating it....
posted by: gambit3131 (reply)
post date: 05.03.05 (8:58 am)
You could site the example of the vacuum cleaner. If she came over to mow, you'd probably need a new mower too.
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 05.03.05 (10:16 am)
Reply to: gambit3131
I've been vacuuming with that f'ing dustbuster for FIVE MONTHS now.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
posted by: gambit3131 (reply)
post date: 05.03.05 (12:17 pm)
Reply to: ScubaDiva
I least you can vacuum. Just imagine if you didn't have the dustbuster.
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