I think I should change the name of my blog to “My mother makes me want to drink early in the morning”

Yup, another rant about the egg donor (yes, that is my new name for my mother).  Saturday after work I was nice enough to pick up my mother’s meds from the store. (I know I may seem like a heartless bitch, because she doesn’t drive…BUT she makes the choice to not take the bus from the retirement community into town, she makes the CHOICE to not have her helper go to the store to pick up her meds, she makes the CHOICE to not have her doctor call in her meds before her doctor’s appointments so she can pick them up right after her appointment. She also makes the choice to wait until last minute).  I go to visit with her, because she is always complaining that I don’t visit enough, and she can’t get out of her own way to get out of bed. Ok, fine. 

Sunday, after work, I suggest that we try to visit my mother. My husband isn’t feeling great himself, but agrees (since she complains that she never sees him). Day number two that she can’t bother to get dressed and out of bed. I told her that if she is feeling that poorly, she needs to see a doctor. She tells me she has an appointment the next day (Monday).

I took Monday and Tuesday off from work (planned back in January). I had a lot of errands to run. I didn’t call or see her Monday, because I have my own life and if I wanted to have a child, I would. I called her today (Tuesday) from the mechanic to see how she was doing and how her doctor’s appointment went. She had the weeks mixed up, and her doctor’s appointment is NEXT week. She was in the middle of breakfast, so she had to call me back. When she called me back I had to keep repeating myself because her cell phone is not working well (on a side note, she bought a phone that came in worse than her current phone… but she is cheap and won’t fork out the money for a decent phone anyway). I told her that instead of repeating myself over and over again I would stop by after my appointment.

I went to stop by her house. I knocked three times, called three times and sent her a text message. She did not answer, I went home. I get home and plug my phone in (it was dead). I had four messages from my mother.  1) I was in the bathroom. 2) Come back 3) you know where the hide-a-key is 4) so, I take it you are not coming back.   

I had just started lunch and laundry. I was not about to head back out as soon as I walked in the door. I sent her a message telling her that my phone was dead ( because I guess I still have to answer to her even though I am 33 years old) and that I just read her messages and that I had just started lunch and that I would try to stop by later. She said that was ok if I don’t go over today (yeah, it IS OK because I’m not going to use the gas to go back out and visit with her for 15 min, only to be kicked out because she wants to take a nap!).

I’m so damn tired about hearing how she never goes anywhere and how we never visit. This is WHY!!!! Plus I’m sure I’ll get some sort of critique about my appearance (always have regardless of how successful I am. It is never enough for her).

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So, yes, this blog should really be change to “My mother is going to make me an alcoholic” or “My mother makes me believe that 5’oclock is only a suggestion.”