A Visit to my Mom's

[chochiyo_sama]

I had not been to my mother's house since Christmas.

Since she is leaving on Saturday to go on a Cruise for two weeks, I figured I better get home and see her.

It was a pretty quiet weekend.  I had intended to leave my house by 8:30 am and be there early--however, as usual, things delayed me.  I got going around 10 am.

It looked like one of my tires was a bit flat, so I went to Jim and DeAnn's and had them look at it.  Jim decreed that it was a "little low" but not dangerously so.

I stopped at Taco John's on my way to Ellendale and picked up a couple of burritos and some Potato Ole's.  Then I drove rapidly to Ellendale, where I picked up my mom, then we flew back to Owatonna where we went to the movie theater to see Music and Lyrics.  Kim (my sister) and Kari (my sister-in-law) met us there.  

It was  really funny--though incredibly unrealistic that two people could work with each other for less than a week and discover TRUE LOVE, but eh...it's the movies.  There were lots of very funny parts in it.   The parody of the '80s bands is hilarious.  Hugh Grant looks like a David Cassidy wanna be.

When we got back home, Mom and I settled in to watch some HGTV.  She crocheted a while, and I sewed doll clothes for Claire.

I'll have to post pictures of them--they turned out very cute.

Then Kari called and wanted to know if Mom and I would come over to their house--she would buy some Papa Murphies' pizzas.  I said, "No, I don't want to go anywhere."

Their house is always cold--and their seating is not as comfortable as at mom's house.  I love her recliners.  I told Mom to tell her to come to mom's instead, but she didn't ask.

Anyhow, after she hung up the phone, she told me how Jack's "feelings were hurt" because I "didn't seem to want to spend time with his kids like I did" with my sisters' kids.  

I said, "Good God! I don't spend ANY TIME with Kim and Joni or Tammy's kids."

"When they were little," Mom said.

Well, yeah, I did baby sit all those kids constantly when they were little--and felt very taken advantage of too.

Then, I said  that every time I came to Mom's we spent hours at their house--one or two days of the visit.   Then I talked about how tired I am after teaching all week, and how I just want to RELAX when I am at Mom's, not be mauled by two small children.

My final comment was, "If anybody's feelings should be hurt around here, it should be mine.  NOBODY EVER comes to my house.  NOBODY."

As far as I can remember, Jack and Kari have been  to my house four times.  And a couple of those times were very brief stop-overs.

And I don't really care--it's just the principle of the thing.  I've been to their house uncountable times.  They've been to mine FOUR--MAYBE.

I don't know why they consider this fair or why in the HELL they figure they have the right to judge me lacking in familial responsibilities--it ain't like  they are being fucking hypocrits or anything, is it????

Anyhow--it ticked me off and made me sorry I had come home at all.

They ended up coming over to mom's Saturday night and we ate pizza and watched Casablanca on TV.  I don't think I ever watched it all the way through before.  It was good, but I didn't fall all over myself in delight over it.  The corrupt French cop was my favorite character.  

I hung around at Mom's till after 6 pm Sunday night.  I stopped for gas in Owatonna on the way home and washed my car.  It was so covered with salt and crap.  

And that's the excitement of my visit to Mom's.

I'll talk about my visit to the therapist yesterday after a while.  I have to finish my supper and do some homework.  I have a ton of the dang stuff.
 

Comments

I"m A Believer

[mistress-laurie.livejournal.com]

It was  really funny--though incredibly unrealistic that two people could work with each other for less than a week and discover TRUE LOVE, but eh...it's the movies.

Are you kidding? I'd find TRUE LOVE with Hugh Grant in less than 24 hours!!!

'Course, it helps when you're already halfway there before you even meet the guy in person....


Kudos to you for telling it to your Mom straight. You need to do that more often.

Hugh Grant is cute...but not my cup of tea.

[chochiyo-sama.livejournal.com]

Colin Firth, however....

Come to mama, baby.

*drool*

It's amazing.

[the_godiva]

I've said those exact words.

I'm always going to my parents or my sister's house.

"No one ever comes to my house".

Well, it's an absolute sty now so I wouldn't want them. But you'd think when I don't want them, that's the time they'd insist on coming over. But no.

Some people think teachers just sit around all day and it's some sort of piece of cake babysitting. How hard can it be? And you get the entire summer off. You only work 6 hours a day, you get all of the holidays off and three months during the summer. What a cushy job. They pay you way too much.

Right.

I defy any of those that make the above comments to last a week in a Junior High School. Most wouldn't last the day.

I'm tired when I get home. I have no energy over the weekend either. Of course, doing a masters degree and National Board Certification doesn't help. But even before I was doing any of that, I'd still come home exhausted and basically do nothing. Then try to catch up over the weekend.

Which I can never do. I exhausts me to read about all of your house cleaning.

But I suspect my real problem is sleep apnia. I've gone to the 'sleep class' at Kaiser and within a month I'll get the machine to take home to test me. If that's what it is, I'll eventually get a machine to help me breath during the night. It won't be fun, but at this point I'll try anything to feel well rested and have more energy. With luck I'll also be able to drop a few pounds. But it isn't natural to need 10 hours of sleep to feel rested. And I have all of my life. Maybe it's a melatonin thing as my sleep pattern hasn't changed since adolescence.

I'm glad you turned down the potentially exhausting visit to the siblings. I see they came to your Mom's anyway and everyone had pizza and enjoyed a movie. Sounds like you had a good visit.