Reason #9&Ur5i2yt34 I Hate Living At Home
Me: (attempting to peel fresh garlic while holding the baby on left hip) I’m making spaghetti for dinner, but I need help with April. Julie’s sick and grumpy and trying to take a nap and the monster is clinging to me for dear life. (Puts baby down, who starts hollering.)
Mom: Mmm, spaghetti sounds good.
April: (clinging to my leg and yelling) Ma ma ma ma maaaaaaa!
Mom: Ugh, I feel so sick today. I just felt nauseous all day at work. I need to lay down. (Proceeds to bitch and whine about how tired she is.)
Me: April, please stop yelling. I can’t hold you while I’m doing this. My hands are full of garlic and onion. (Picks up baby to quiet her down.)
(Mom stares at April and yawns.)
Me: Mom, could you please hold her for a minute so I can finish sauteing the veggies?
Mom: (Reluctantly takes April as I pass her off) Ugh, I hope I’m not getting sick. I’m going to go lay down. (Places April on the floor and sticks a handful of cereal on the kid table for her to munch on and leaves the kitchen.)
April: Waaaaaaaaaaaah! Ma ma ma maaaaaaa! Ahhhhhhhh! (crawls over to cling on my leg again while I try to finish cooking.)
**Imagine similar frustrating scenario for the next five minutes until I stick her in her portable crib in the same room that Julie was unable to nap in due to her sister’s hollering and screaming. She continues to squeal like a monkey.**
So twenty minutes later dinner is complete and my mom walks out of the room.
Mom: I dozed off for a few minutes and feel so much better… (pauses) … oh, where’s the baby?
(As if you can’t hear her down the hall?)
Me: In her crib. I couldn’t cook with her stuck to me like glue.
Mom: Oh, did Julie fall asleep?
Me: Um, no. She couldn’t. April was screaming too loudly and I couldn’t keep her quiet while I was busy chopping onions.
I was clearly pissed off and disgusted while I went to get the girls and tried to put April in her highchair.
Me: (murmuring) I love you, but I can’t wait until you’re 18 and I can kick you out of my house if you’re this obnoxious at that age.
[At this point, I'm going to dare you to tell me I'm a bad mother for saying that... and if you do, I'm going to hunt you down and force you to watch my Lil' Fang for a week straight while living under my parents' roof if you take me up on it.]
Mom: Oh Tamra, be patient with her.
(I shoot my mother a death glare that she doesn’t see.)
Put me out of my misery, dammit. THIS IS JUST MADDENING.
Oh, and in case you were wondering, NO, Julie did not get her much-needed nap, and I am still listening to my mother bitch about how nauseous she was feeling at work AT THIS VERY SECOND. Which, by the way, she’s always whining about and always comes to the same conclusion: Oh, I’m dehydrated. It’s super hot today and I didn’t get enough water.
Heh, and she just asked me what I was typing.
Current Mood:
Angry
August 31st, 2009 at 6:43 pm
I laughed out loud at your last sentence! I’m so sorry that your mom isn’t much help
Get well wishes to Julie and sending patience/sanity vibes to you!!
August 31st, 2009 at 6:58 pm
Grr. I’m so pissed that she’s pulling that crap with you. I’m really sorry you’re having to deal with that right now. It’s going to be ok. If nothing else, it’ll make the flight out more pleasant. I can’t wait to see you! :-*
August 31st, 2009 at 8:03 pm
I’m sorry Tamra! That just sucks! Maybe she shouldn’t live somewhere that is so freakin’ hot if she’s just going to get “dehydrated” all the time? Just a suggestion.
When she came out did you ask her what she was having for supper since you didn’t have enough time to make some for everyone? Yes, I’m just that mean!
September 1st, 2009 at 4:04 am
LOL! At least once you’ve moved away and been gone for awhile, she’ll miss the girls so much that when you visit (or they visit) she’ll WANT to take care of them. Right? My parents always said when I lived in the same town, when I have kids that they already have been parents and won’t be a babysitter. Now that I live far away, when I am in town, or they are here, they beg to take the baby and take care of him. lol! One time I teased them about it and they laughed. But I know if I lived in the same town it would be ‘its your baby you should take care of him, not my job! etc..’.
Just how many days till you are in Seattle?
September 1st, 2009 at 5:35 am
Scary, I can just here her voice as she pulls that crap, I’ve heard her do that to you several times before. I hate to say that she will probably do as much as she can to make you miserable before you leave. It’s a completely shitty thing to do! I wish we had an extra bed in the house to offer.
September 1st, 2009 at 6:50 am
oh wow, you ran out of numbers, so now you are categorizing them by serial numbers, very impressive. Anyway back the the point I am sorry your mom is so unhelpful/bitchy/whiny/annoying I hope that your remaining time in AZ flies by quickly and you can enjoy your flight and new life in Seattle. Just think not too long and you’ll be living in the gorgeous house
! You are not a bad parent for saying that to fang, I tell Ella that too when she’s being clingy and crabby 
. I hope you have a good day!
September 1st, 2009 at 10:43 am
Hell, I tell Nathanial that I’m sending him to the gypsies if he keeps whining! Either that or his Nana is going to keep him.
I hope that the time flies by and that you’re in Settle before you know it. It sucks that your mom is making the last bit of time with her so miserable.
September 1st, 2009 at 11:03 am
Hang in there! The end is in sight!
September 2nd, 2009 at 10:43 am
Just a few more days…just a few more days…just a few more days. Maybe if you say it often enough, the days will go faster. Good Luck and I hope that the Prozac will kick in soon.