I GIVE UP!
I swear to you, my mother hates me. I will never, EVER please her. Ever.
I called her Wednesday evening as I haven't talked to her in a week or so. She had spent last weekend helping my Nanny (her mother) pack her life up as she is now "officially" moving in with my deadbeat alcoholic uncle & his wacky, equally alcoholic commonlaw wife & they are "making" her get rid of all her shit. So in all this packing & whatnot, my mother takes home a boatload of afghans my Nanny has crocheted over the years, approximately 20 or so, with the intentions of trying to sell them on Ebay for her. Well, my mother has dialup, so after attempting her first listing, which took her (supposedly) an hour & a half, she decided that since I have cable internet & absolutely nothing else fucking better to do (her words, my hand to God, all but the effin'... that's mine) she'd just send me 30 pictures of afghans, their dementions & descriptions for each & then call me to ask if I'd list them on Ebay, since I have nothing...better...to do. *sigh* So now she's shoved her little project off on me. Well, I reluctantly told her that I'd help, but only when I wasn't doing other things. So last night, I got the images all ready (they were HUGE .jpgs that needed to be shrunk down & then organized) & told her that I'd call her today to get them up. Well, apparently the voices in her head told her that meant first fucking thing this morning. Well, I had made plans for the boy & I to hang out with some friends for a short time this afternoon & had planned on calling my mother when we got home around 2:30 or 3:00 today. She called me as I was driving to meet them around 11:30 all pissed off, sarcastically asking if I was ok. I said yes & told her that it was a beauiful day here (we've had a ton of rain) & we were meeting Kara & the kids for a while & I was going to call her when I got home. I asked her how she was doing & she then (snarkily) proceeded to tell me that she had been "waiting all morning for me to call her & not been able to get online for fear that I'd call." Which #1 is BULLSHIT, 'cause if she were waiting all morning for me, why on earth hadn't she called sooner & #2 she has a cell phone (we have that Nextel shit) & if I had not been able to get her on the home phone, I'd have called her cell. I do it all the time. SO... I apologized. As usual. I said "I'm sorry momma, we got a really late start & wanted to get out of the house as it is such a beautiful day & we wanted to see our friends. I had every intention of calling you when we got back home & will do so when we do & we'll get this done." And that was the last I heard from her. When I got home, she was online so her line was busy & I tried her cell phone, which she had turned off so I couldn't call her OR honk her. She has listed alot of the afghans herself at this point, which is great as far as I'm concerned. But instead of doing it because she can or because she wants to, she's doing it as one of her immature little baby fits she throws when she gets angry. Kind of an 'I'll show her' type of thing. Whatever. I'm just glad that I don't have to do it now. But I'm very sorry she feels it's important enough to make her so mad at me.
Lord knows when I'll hear from her again & I really don't know what to do at this point. I'm tired of the manipulation, tired of being the "big person" & always calling her to apologize & kiss her ass. I have done it all my life & I'm just so very tired.
Sorry for the whiney bitchfest.
On a much happier note, my son asked to watch Yellow Submarine when we got home so of course I put it on for him & we snuggled on the couch together & sang Beatles songs & recited all of our favorite parts of the movie. Then he kissed my head for me because I have a pretty nasty headache. Life doesn't get much better than that.