You KNOW you’ve had a bad weekend when you are glad to be at work.
It’s Monday morning and I am trying to piece together a post to let you all know just what a HORRIBLE mother’s day I truly had.
So, as I’ve mentioned before, my husband hates celebrating any event. For example, when my birthday rolls around he tells me to “go buy something pretty”. Never does he get me a card.
On our anniversary, he doesn’t say anything to me, unless I remind him.
Forget about Valentines Day.
So what would make Mother’s day any different?
I had a LONG discussion with him about this behavior and he said he would change.
On Saturday, I was getting the girls dressed and was about to take a walk with them and my mother, to the park. The only reason my mother was with me on Saturday was because her best friend was out of state. She NEVER asks to spend time with me. I guess, for good reason.
So I called my husband up and told him that I was going to the bank. We had some money at home that we needed to deposit- lest our rent check bounce. He kind of gave me a vague answer- which led me to yell and say
“ just tell me where is it Damn it!”
I guess he disliked that, as he hung up on me and refused to answer my calls for the rest of the afternoon.
Then I took a walk with my mom and the girls to the park. It’s pretty far away and in my opinion any time spent with my mother for more than 15 minutes is a punishment.
Of course, my mother doesn’t believe in discipline. When she watches the girls she lets them behave however they want. She feeds them to NO END. I purchased a box of cookies last week (Gerber’s banana cookies) and they were gone in a day and a half. REALLY? Do they really need to eat so many cookies just because they want to? Where is your freaking backbone? That’s why I would eat an entire bag of Doritos as a kid- (mid size) she NEVER SAID NO. EVER.
And then a gem came out of her mouth. She said that she thought that my husband wasn’tbeing smart that he was going to college. That he should be working to support our family, because even people with master’s degrees get laid off.
Wow mom- you are one intellegent woman!
Sometimes I wonder where I come from.
It’s definitely not from her.
Anyway, she doesn’t think that I am doing a good job as a mother. She tells me that they don’t need discipline yet, which I HIGHLY DISAGREE with.
Needless to say, we were bickering the entire time- not something I want to do in front of the girls, but not much I can do about it because there is just something horrible this woman brings out in me. I hate myself when I’m with her.
That night, as my husband was studying for finals, I went to dinner and a movie with my Brother. My mother called before we left and asked my brother if she could join us. My brother wasn’t in the mood to be angry that night- as my brother and I CANNOT talk to her without blowing up. I guess she brings that out in my brother too. He told her not that night, and apparently she became VERY UPSET.
The truth is, I had just spent the afternoon with her fighting, and I too was IN NO MOOD for her.
Anyway, Sunday rolls around and my husband told me not to expect anything for mother’s day as he was still upset with me from the day before. Of course, I know that he is looking for ANY EXCUSE to not celebrate anything for me.
My father calls and tells me he wants to treat me and my mother and the girls to lunch (as my husband stayed home studying for finals).
I knew I should have said no. I knew it.
But I also knew no one would be celebrating Mother’s Day for me at home-so I decided to go.
We drove to Manhattan and found a restaurant spot. The girls were making a mess, and then at a certain point they started yelling, screaming and screeching. EVERY EYE ON THAT PLACE WAS ON ME.
I didn’t know what to do.
I started sweating and became angry- so I put them girls in their stroller and left (the bill was about to come anyway). So I storm out, because I mean- what else am I supposed to do?
Once my parents came outside, my mom says that she wants to stroll the markets. By that point it was 5 pm and my girls were in no mood. So I told her that I needed to leave.
She wasn’t happy about it, and the was bitching the ENTIRE RIDE HOME. Just yelling, and being not nice. She LOVES PLAYING THE VICTIM.Every time she would raise her voice- Neve would screech. It was torture.
She then brought up the fact that my brother didn’t invite her the night before and said that we are ungrateful and rude.
Hmm… maybe there’s a reason that BOTH of your children CANNOT stand you?
After the car ride from hell, when my dad was getting the stroller out of the car, my mother opened her car door- proceeded to fling the diaper bag to the pavement and closed the door.
My dad was in shock.
I then took my doggybag, with the food I didn’t get to eat and flung it in her general direction. I told her that was no way for a grandmother to act, that I cannot stand her, that there is a reason that BOTH her kids don’t like her, and that I may love her because she is my mother but that I DO NOT LIKE HER AS A PERSON.
She just shook her head.
That was MY Mother’s DAY.
The truth is, I really cannot wait for the girls to start daycare- that way she doesn’t have to be a part of our lives anymore. She is an unhealthy human being and she brings out the worst in me.
I am not saying she is not a good grandmother, because she is. She just is NOT a good mother.
I really wish I had a good relationship with her, I do.
I just know that it wont happen.
Hope you all had a better Mother’s Day than I did!
