Fragmented Fridays
September 17, 2009
My mother is gone! She was here for over a month. I love her, but I am so happy to have my home back. The thing is my mother is extremely high maintenance. I didn't realize until she was gone that I hadn't really had a moment to myself the whole time she was here. And now I have moments, glorious moments all to myself.
I'm going to let myself vent a bit. One of the things that really bothers me about my mother is how critical she can be of appearances. I am not that way and I do not enjoy picking people apart or looking for physical flaws. We can be anywhere and she'll just start in on the people around her. For example, we saw a man crossing the street and :
Mom: She (she means he) looks like a perico (parrot). Don dyou think she look like a perico?
Me: No Ama, I do not think he looks like a perico.
Mom: Pues, dyou are bline because she look djust like a perico.
Ugh! She will find fault where there is no fault to be found. We were watching TV once and a woman come on who was quite simply stunning, not a damn thing wrong with her, but I'm waiting because I know my mother.
Mom: She iz pretty, but she have de ugliest elbo I ever see.
Me: Trust me mom, no one is looking at her elbows.
Mom: Oh, but gwhen dey do, dey going to see how ugly eat iz.
Today, I was changing my daughter's diaper and a big piece of turd fell on my bare foot. I hope that never happens to me again.
I've been very worried about money and work. I lost one of my jobs and the contract for another one of my jobs is about to expire at the end of this month. I was considering applying for a job I really don't want because we need the money. A couple of days ago, I was told that if I'm interested the contract for the job I do from home can be extended. I'm interested!
I really hate it when my husband acts like I'm a ditz because I'm not. I'm actually pretty together. Sure, since having a kid I've had my moments, but sleep deprivation will do that to you.
This week my husband told me that our daughter had a doctor's appointment. Usually, I schedule them, but he wanted to be there for this one so he rescheduled it. Anyway, Put Pie had a really rough night and we were all going on very little sleep. We manage to get to the doctor's appointment on time in the morning only to find out that the actual appointment is next week. My husband insists that can't be right because he would never make that kind of mistake, but our doctor isn't even in that morning.
I was pretty nice about it, but I did point out that if I had made the same mistake he would have given me so much grief and implied that I was suffering from Mommy Brain. He still insisted that it was not his mistake and that when we got home he would show me the piece of paper where he wrote down the appointment. We got home and sure enough he had written down that the appointment is for next week. Mommy Brain my ass! Daddy's got mush for brains too.
Have a wonderful weekend!
