14 nov 2007
smooth
Monday i worked accidentally, so i have today off. i had planned to wake up at 8, get Chris off to school, and then go back to bed until around noon and get some cleaning done (of both body & house sorts). This has more-or-less happened, but with the addition of a motherly phone call at 8:30 a.m.
Mom calling when she knows we'd be sleeping is nothing unusual; mom calling sobbing about some slight, mishap or sharp pain too is nothing unusual; mom calling and leaving horrible messages about dumb shit ('Please send that photo to the donut man!' X200) and being really offended that we don't reply in-kind is also not unusual. Normal, like Normal People Do. Today i (quite foolishly?) answered the phone and she was even more upset than normal; she had been told to go home from work because she couldn't walk and wanted my assistance with removing a broken storm window from her house. So i did that, half-asleep (duct-taped a window, put a garbage can outside & ran a ladder through it), and we got the window-frame-thingy to the glass store, they'll have a new one for us in a week or so. The thing is that Mom really, really looked like an old woman. She needed help getting out of the car, tears spontaneously springing out from the pain. She can't stand up straight, and distinctly limps. Between that and her (O God NeverEnding) Cruella Deville hairdo, she looks downright 70. i'd say eighty, but even with the trifocals her face isn't quite that advanced. She can't work her standing-up job anymore, so Please God Let her New Job Not Suck (even though prayer totally went out twenty years ago). She kept repeating (ad nauseum, in that special Mom Way), that she hopes her leg feels better by Monday so she could make a Good Impression. i totally sent her home to see a doctor, and went back to bed.
Now, cut to 2ish. i finally wake up--a nap! Eat a little, clean a little, notice that Sam is Oddly sleeping in the living room (was she here this mornging and am i really that UnObservant?). RGE comes upstairs, dressed, ready-to-go; wants me to go to the mall with her now whearas i'd need a half-hour to be mall-ready. And is very, very pissed at me that Mom called us this morning. A. i was the Daughter who bothered to put on shoes and go outside at that beck&call. B. If i hadn't, ten minutes later Mom would have come into Dad's house, petted Jessie & Sally (who apparently looks like her old dog Candy, yay) and screamed at us until one of us did A. anyway. So how am i the bad guy? i get that RGE is continually pissed off by these sort of misadventures, but deal with it. You got the freaky mom, okay. But Normal People are Boring, and if you had any intrinsic spunk you'd find a way to deal with it other than blaming me. Secondly, being mad that i wasn't ready is stupid. That's what i do, i need warning on those days when i haven't showered yet to leave the house. And i don't work today, so i clearly already had plans. Not amazing plans, but plans all the same (and i'm a-doing them, the dishwasher is a-going as we speak).
As she left in her huff-n-puff, it was oddly reminiscent of how Jon & i always planned things, except in reverse and with a lot of unneeded anGar. i'm getting the distinct feeling that i'm one of those Old people who has a very set way of doing things, which is probably true given the amount of time i've spent alone. But still, dude. Rar.
Ah, shit. Chris is home. Can it really be 3:45 already? My life is over.
thirty day's refuse, star-sparkle-wands and Politicians: Do They Make Good Drinking Buddies? ¶ 13:36
Monday i worked accidentally, so i have today off. i had planned to wake up at 8, get Chris off to school, and then go back to bed until around noon and get some cleaning done (of both body & house sorts). This has more-or-less happened, but with the addition of a motherly phone call at 8:30 a.m.
Mom calling when she knows we'd be sleeping is nothing unusual; mom calling sobbing about some slight, mishap or sharp pain too is nothing unusual; mom calling and leaving horrible messages about dumb shit ('Please send that photo to the donut man!' X200) and being really offended that we don't reply in-kind is also not unusual. Normal, like Normal People Do. Today i (quite foolishly?) answered the phone and she was even more upset than normal; she had been told to go home from work because she couldn't walk and wanted my assistance with removing a broken storm window from her house. So i did that, half-asleep (duct-taped a window, put a garbage can outside & ran a ladder through it), and we got the window-frame-thingy to the glass store, they'll have a new one for us in a week or so. The thing is that Mom really, really looked like an old woman. She needed help getting out of the car, tears spontaneously springing out from the pain. She can't stand up straight, and distinctly limps. Between that and her (O God NeverEnding) Cruella Deville hairdo, she looks downright 70. i'd say eighty, but even with the trifocals her face isn't quite that advanced. She can't work her standing-up job anymore, so Please God Let her New Job Not Suck (even though prayer totally went out twenty years ago). She kept repeating (ad nauseum, in that special Mom Way), that she hopes her leg feels better by Monday so she could make a Good Impression. i totally sent her home to see a doctor, and went back to bed.
Now, cut to 2ish. i finally wake up--a nap! Eat a little, clean a little, notice that Sam is Oddly sleeping in the living room (was she here this mornging and am i really that UnObservant?). RGE comes upstairs, dressed, ready-to-go; wants me to go to the mall with her now whearas i'd need a half-hour to be mall-ready. And is very, very pissed at me that Mom called us this morning. A. i was the Daughter who bothered to put on shoes and go outside at that beck&call. B. If i hadn't, ten minutes later Mom would have come into Dad's house, petted Jessie & Sally (who apparently looks like her old dog Candy, yay) and screamed at us until one of us did A. anyway. So how am i the bad guy? i get that RGE is continually pissed off by these sort of misadventures, but deal with it. You got the freaky mom, okay. But Normal People are Boring, and if you had any intrinsic spunk you'd find a way to deal with it other than blaming me. Secondly, being mad that i wasn't ready is stupid. That's what i do, i need warning on those days when i haven't showered yet to leave the house. And i don't work today, so i clearly already had plans. Not amazing plans, but plans all the same (and i'm a-doing them, the dishwasher is a-going as we speak).
As she left in her huff-n-puff, it was oddly reminiscent of how Jon & i always planned things, except in reverse and with a lot of unneeded anGar. i'm getting the distinct feeling that i'm one of those Old people who has a very set way of doing things, which is probably true given the amount of time i've spent alone. But still, dude. Rar.
Ah, shit. Chris is home. Can it really be 3:45 already? My life is over.
thirty day's refuse, star-sparkle-wands and Politicians: Do They Make Good Drinking Buddies? ¶ 13:36
