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My mother's been staying with us since Tuesday because she's getting her floors redone. She needed them done since she let her dogs pee all over the place for so many years, before harshly giving them away about 2 months ago.
It's been going surprisingly well with her here...only a few snags. Firstly, she said that while she was here, I'd be able to get so much done because she'd watch the kids, blah blah blah. She's NEVER here. She's a social butterfly. She's got plans every day. She's taking a college course with her friend and she's got meetings and appointments and tons of other shit going on. Just wait until the next time she tells me how lonely she is and how she has nobody to hang out with and I'll kindly remind her how much help she was these days staying here.
I'm being extremely hospitable because I like being in her favor - there, I admitted it. It's nice to not be the odd man out. Although I'm sure I'll soon find myself in that position again.
The one thing that really annoyed me was today (pretty good since she's been here since Tuesday!) I was sewing something in the basement and she was upstairs with Laszlo. Lily was sleeping for her usual 10 minute afternoon nap and I was trying to get my thing done in that cherished few minutes. My mom was on the couch...watching the US Open and reading People Magazine. Laszlo was playing with the dogs. I came upstairs and saw a huge puddle on the floor. "What is all that water?" My mom said, "Oh, he got into the dogs' water." I said, "Why didn't you stop him?"
"Oh, I did, once he got all wet."
Backflipping more than Kerry on that one. Hee hee.
Anyway, I was aggravated because shortly afterward she asked me what she could do to help, since that's the witching hour here (between 4-5 pm) and when I'm usually ready to pull my hair out or kill someone - or both. Um, yeah mom. You can help me. You can just *prevent* things that require me to do *more* work around here. Man, is that so much to ask/expect of a grown woman who raised 3 kids? Sheesh.
Anyway, it's been good in a lot of other ways. She gets to really see how we do things here with the kids, which is good because if/when she watches them if/when we ever go out alone again, she'll know what she's doing.
Only one thing that really annoys me about her relationship with Laszlo - and he ADORES her. But it bothers me enough to mention here in my mini-rant. She ignores him when he's crying about something when she can't figure out what he's saying. Like today he was giving the dog a biscuit and it went under the table. He kept saying, "Alabama biscuit" over and over again, crying harder each time. She said, "I don't know what you want, there are biscuits right there." I guess I assume people know how to just play along with a 2 1/2 year old to make like it's a new one, or make like you understand...or just do *something* to appease his tears...but alas, my mom's not one of those people.
Ok, that's it. She's a great grandmother to my kids. She loves Laszlo more than anything in the world and she's even quite fond of Lily. :-) Never been shy about preferring boys. Could that be why I'm so fucked up? Nah. Ask my therapist.
Off to bed soon, let's see if I can waste some time online without spending any money.
It's been going surprisingly well with her here...only a few snags. Firstly, she said that while she was here, I'd be able to get so much done because she'd watch the kids, blah blah blah. She's NEVER here. She's a social butterfly. She's got plans every day. She's taking a college course with her friend and she's got meetings and appointments and tons of other shit going on. Just wait until the next time she tells me how lonely she is and how she has nobody to hang out with and I'll kindly remind her how much help she was these days staying here.
I'm being extremely hospitable because I like being in her favor - there, I admitted it. It's nice to not be the odd man out. Although I'm sure I'll soon find myself in that position again.
The one thing that really annoyed me was today (pretty good since she's been here since Tuesday!) I was sewing something in the basement and she was upstairs with Laszlo. Lily was sleeping for her usual 10 minute afternoon nap and I was trying to get my thing done in that cherished few minutes. My mom was on the couch...watching the US Open and reading People Magazine. Laszlo was playing with the dogs. I came upstairs and saw a huge puddle on the floor. "What is all that water?" My mom said, "Oh, he got into the dogs' water." I said, "Why didn't you stop him?"
"Oh, I did, once he got all wet."
Backflipping more than Kerry on that one. Hee hee.
Anyway, I was aggravated because shortly afterward she asked me what she could do to help, since that's the witching hour here (between 4-5 pm) and when I'm usually ready to pull my hair out or kill someone - or both. Um, yeah mom. You can help me. You can just *prevent* things that require me to do *more* work around here. Man, is that so much to ask/expect of a grown woman who raised 3 kids? Sheesh.
Anyway, it's been good in a lot of other ways. She gets to really see how we do things here with the kids, which is good because if/when she watches them if/when we ever go out alone again, she'll know what she's doing.
Only one thing that really annoys me about her relationship with Laszlo - and he ADORES her. But it bothers me enough to mention here in my mini-rant. She ignores him when he's crying about something when she can't figure out what he's saying. Like today he was giving the dog a biscuit and it went under the table. He kept saying, "Alabama biscuit" over and over again, crying harder each time. She said, "I don't know what you want, there are biscuits right there." I guess I assume people know how to just play along with a 2 1/2 year old to make like it's a new one, or make like you understand...or just do *something* to appease his tears...but alas, my mom's not one of those people.
Ok, that's it. She's a great grandmother to my kids. She loves Laszlo more than anything in the world and she's even quite fond of Lily. :-) Never been shy about preferring boys. Could that be why I'm so fucked up? Nah. Ask my therapist.
Off to bed soon, let's see if I can waste some time online without spending any money.
