So Easter went well. I say that in the most sarcastic tone possible.
I did everything asked of me. I spent as much possible time with the family as humanly possible. My mom and brother had a mini WWIII, that caused a huge wrinkle in the weekend. I was just proud that I was not an Allied power in this. I was a neutral state all my own. Until Sunday.
I awoke with a splitting migraine. I get them quite a bit but this one was terrible. I thought I was dying. Needless to say I was unable to make it my mom's that morning. I made it over around 11:30 praying that I would not vomit or pass out from pain.
Yeah it was that bad.
So I helped cook, set-up, hid eggs. We ate later than we planned and by 4pm we had done our egg hunt. I was helping clean the kitchen and told my mom I would take my dessert to go.
I got the look of death.
I explained, "Look I am uncomfortably full from lunch, my head is pounding and we need to get on the road. We have a 3 hour ride home and we have to work tomorrow."
Note - I had told her this WEEKS ago. We actually stayed later than we planned.
So then I got the guilt trip. She was sick of cooking and cleaning and being unappreciated. She tried to argue with me but I stood my ground, stayed calm, and explained that we didn't want to leave but WE NEEDED to since we had no idea on the traffic, etc.
Well she went off on me. I know that it was mainly due to her fight with my brother and now that he was gone it was MY turn to take the wrath.
I left and did not say goodbye. I have not spoken to her in three days which is a long time for us since I normally speak to her everyday.
I am just tired of it. I am tired of her mood swings and I really can't handle the emotional stress any longer. I am sick and tired of trying to please everyone.
Isn't there a saying, "try and please everyone and you will only hurt yourself?"
Well that is how I feel.
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On a side note Bean is cracking me up lately. His newest thing is "later".
Like, "Momma, I take a bath LATER okay?"
It is so cute to hear him talk like a little grown up. It melts me. He is just what I need sometimes.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Yeah I spoke too soon
Posted by Marmarbug at 1:30 PM
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that is hard. I'm glad you stood your ground especially since you told her ahead of time you'd be leaving around that time.
on a side note... sorry about the migraine... if I'd had one that bad I would have said Screw Easter and just stayed in bed!
Ugh. That's no fun, at all. I guess the only thing you can do is learn from it and make sure you don't turn into a beast someday when your kid(s) are visiting.
BTW, that is exactly why we don't visit with our families more often. I can't handle the ungrateful behavior.
Yucko! Who needs that?
My family came to my house. My brother was an 1 1/2 hours late and left before anybody else. My parents were gone long before sundown. It was a great day!
that's too bad about your Easter. I cooked Mexican food for myself and Witchypoo. I completely forgot that it was Easter Sunday. Oh well.
I followed a link from Witchypoo's site to yours.
Just wanted to check it out and say hi
So sorry for the mom drama... That's how my mom used to be, filled with guilt inducing barbs at any moment. I must say i am quite a bit happier with her not speaking to me and living on the other side of the country...
but i hope your mom gets the message and maybe calms down a bit.
Love the bean's quips... yesterday my Bean told me a show she was watching was 'ridiculous'... where do they get these things.
I've long since given up trying to please relatives . . . Then again, I'm not a nice person. So when people are upset with me I just don't care. Man - I'm cold as margaret thatcher's titty!
Hi!
Sorry to hear your Easter wasn't very happy and you weren't feeling well, that stinks! Hope your migraine has gone by now. I know those headaches can last for weeks sometimes. I give you credit for even going to your mom's for Easter feeling the way you did, that's hard.
I'm sure you'll work things out with your mom, she was probably just tired and like you said, upset about the fight she'd had with your brother. Hope things get back to normal for you soon!
Lizzy
Focus on the Bean, girl. Focus on the Bean.
You and I live similar lives: "My mom and brother had a mini WWIII, that caused a huge wrinkle in the weekend. I was just proud that I was not an Allied power in this. I was a neutral state all my own." I could've written this RIGHT now.
Oh, and mood swinging mommas--yeah, got that one too.
I feel for you. I really, really do.
Hope you are feeling better . . . I'm so sorry it wasn't a more pleasant time.
*hugs* to you . . .
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