One of my mom’s favorite sayings about my father, who is mentally ill and disabled and isn’t really deserving of her scorn and mockery, is that he is one of those people that has “nothing to do all day” and “all day to do it in”. Well, the same has certainly applied to her for the last 22 months, and there are times when she pushes me to the point where I will lash out at her and tell her like it is.
This evening was one of those rare instances where I was so disgusted and fed up that I didn’t say much of anything, except to tell her to get out of my driveway and go home, as her “services” weren’t needed. To avoid a TL;DR, I don’t know what she is doing financially, except that she is beyond broke, and so I have been helping her out just a tiny bit here and there. I told her flat out she is going to repay me in babysitting. Yesterday afternoon she and I made arrangements for her to come over today at 5:00pm promptly so that I could go over to Panera Bread to get some kid-free work done. It wasn’t like I was going shopping for a plus size swimsuit or gallivanting about. I had already finished up my regular work for the day, but I had a massive writing project I wanted to get started on, and Panera’s finicky wifi would be the perfect setting for me to sit and write in without getting distracted by other online things.
Well, 5:00pm came and went. At 5:35pm, about eight minutes before the kids’ VBS van was due to show up and pick them up, my mom shows up. No apology, no nothing. She barely got out of the car when I was like, “Just go”. She acts all bewildered and puzzled as to why I suddenly wouldn’t need her babysitting services anymore. Is she fucking kidding me? She delayed me over a half an hour, what’s another five minutes or so at that point?
Grr. Just grr. I get so tired of her BS, I seriously do. She is so annoyingly unreliable, and she is such a damn DRAIN. This sounds horrible to say, but there are times when I breathe such a sigh of relief to see her just GO.
So anyway, I’m in better spirits now, since I’ve completed half of the massive writing project, sent out a few important emails, and indulged in the super delicious Jamba All Natural Smoothies. I received them a few weeks ago for a product review, and man I wish I had dove into them sooner! Each smoothie pouch contains just 22g of sugar, and when combined with 8 oz. of low-sugar apple juice (Mott’s, in case you’re interested) and then split into thirds, that’s just 12.3g of sugar in a super delicious smoothie. It looks like I finally have a gastric bypass friendly smoothie to indulge in on hot days! ♥
Right now I’m listening to Adam Lambert (ssh) and am debating on how much more to write tonight. I’m tired and I’d like to go to bed a bit earlier than I did last night, but at the same time I like the idea of going above and beyond my original goal. Decisions, decisions…
Your mother really shouldn’t have been surprised. You set up a time and she agreed to it. She should have been on time. I’ve sent employees home from work who were late. It’s like no. You cannot show up whenever you feel like it.
You don’t sound bad at all when it comes to your mom. Sometimes I seriously wonder if we have the same mother, even. Just know that at least one person out there completely understands.
Your mom has never really been reliable, but from the way you’ve described her lately, it seems like she is getting more and more unreliable. I’m sorry that she puts you through so much. Glad you were able to get some work done.