From the very beginning, I don't want to sound ungreatful...so here goes I'll tell my story but again I don't want anyone to think that I'm not greatful for what I have been given.
This whole story stems from yep, you guessed it my parents. I love them, they are the ones who have raised me and made the blunt, opinionated person I am today. They have always taught me, at least my mom has to speak your mind and not to be afraid to say what you mean reguardless of who is listening. I agreed with that a lot when I was younger- you couldn't tell me something without expecting me to be 100% honest and truthful whatever the outcome. As I got older I learned about a little thing called tact. I believe my mother missed this lesson some where along the way. Now, it's not fair to call her tactless, but she is definitely blunt.
So again the story begins the other day when I came home from work and am greeted my Koda at the door. This is unusal, normally he waits until I round the corner to come and greet me, but not today. As soon as I opened the door there he is; I immeditely smell some odor that is let's just say not very pleasant. I walk in the house and find he has gotten "sick" from both ends multiple times. Wonderful. I let him outback and round the corner to our bedroom to let out the other little heathen, and there she is in her kennel with the bottom plastic peice pushed out from under the bottom of it standing in pool of her own "sickness". I open the door and throw her outside too. I'm disgusted and at witts end, Michael is gone at school and work so he's not avliable to help me clean these huge messes and I have no carpet cleaner either. The only person avliable to come and help me is none other than my mother-wonderful.
Now, Mike is sort of a messy person- not a slob but messy. And I would LOVE to sit around all day and work on my house but honestly I work full time. I'm at work for 10+ hours a day and when I finally get home I'm usually cooking dinner, writing lesson plans, or grading papers. Over the weekends we clean-vaccum, mop, laundry, dust, yard work whatever needs to be done. I don't always get to everything in the weekend-we do try but again when you work full time and have a lot going on when the time comes to sit and relax or go out and have a date night with your spouce we would rather be doing that. So sometimes things don't always happen right away. Normally the big things-laundry, vaccuming, and mopping gets taken care of. Anyway any amount of mess to my parents is plain laziness. And she'll be the first to tell you about it in her truthful blunt way.
So she comes over and its one thing after another about the house, the carpet, the dogs, whatever she can find to complain about. The carpet hasn't been vaccumed, the bed isn't made, Mike has a pile of dirty clothes next to his side of the bed, the key to the gate isn't on the hook, the dogs are shedding blah blah blah. You can understand my frustration. So, anyway we finish with the carpet and she goes to leave and accidently kicks the coffee table on her way out. She then turns to me all upset and says, "this stupid thing is such a peice of shit! Why don't you get rid of it" so I turn and say, "its like the biggest peice of furniture right in the middle of the room, how do you miss it?" "it's freaking ugly and in the way, no wonder Jackie gave you and Michael this stupid thing is goddy and ugly" with that she then preceeds to kick my coffee table with her shoe and leave a scuff mark on it. UGH!! Why does she act like this? I actually don't mind the coffee table, it isn't the best looking thing in the world but it's nice and it serves its purpose and she intentionally kicks it and scuffs it just to be a brat.
Obviously no one taught her if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all. That lesson either was never taught to my mother or she completly turned a def ear to that important life lesson. She just makes me feel like crap sometimes and I don't even really think she realizes she's doing it. I don't want to be bitter towards the women but the truth is, I am. I'm bitter about the way she is juudgemental even with her own family, I'm bitter that she is so interested in money and who is paying for things, I'm bitter because she can't just give to someone without expecting things in return, and I'm bitter because she doesn't have a filter and only thinks about how she feels in the situation. I know you don't want to hear my mommy woes, but sometimes I can't help but vent.
Anyway on to a new day and new attitude without being bitter, it is what it is, and I can't change it or her so I love her...and move on.
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