Jul 23
Are you even allowed to hate your family..?
If not, you should be. I swear to god, at least three days a week my mom calls me at 8:30 and wakes me up, and then tries to sound like she feels bad about it “Oh, did I wake you up..? I’m sorry..” and every freaking time I tell her “Yes, you woke me up. I wake up at 9:30 every morning.” She isn’t really so stupid that she can’t remember this after a week, let alone like two years. I think next time I’m going to hang up on her, as this is really starting to piss me off. I don’t really care who thinks that I should be awake earlier than 9:30. 9:30 is when I wake up. It is before the children wake up, so who the hell cares?
Anyway, it is my dad’s birthday today and I’m already supposed to be making some cake that my mother wants and getting balloons and the like. Now I’m supposed to go to my parents’ house and wake up my sister and get us all out the door by 12:30 so we can pick up my mother and drive a freaking hour downtown to surprise my father at work. Apparently they’re having cake for him at the office and my mother wants to crash the party (which I don’t think he’s going to be happy about by the way).
When the hell am I supposed to make this stupid cake? I asked my mother this and she tells me “Well if you don’t have time to make it, you can just buy one.” Since when is it MY responsibility to pay for everything? Seriously. I get to buy the cake (if I don’t have time to make one with the mound of ingredients I had to buy to make her special cake), drive everyone around for two hours with MY gas, and Dan and I get to pay for the food that my mother wants Dan to pick up on his way home from work (from my dad’s favourite ridiculously expensive restaurant).
I know I’ve told her that money is tight for us right now because of everyone’s birthday being in rapid succession and our anniversary being on Friday. But does she care? Of course not. My dad makes a fucking fortune, but I’m going to get stuck with likely a — $200 bill today (that I assure you they will not compensate me for) because my mother is too lazy to run her own fucking errands and buy her own fucking cake. I may as well kiss celebrating our sixth anniversary at our favourite restaurant goodbye.
Just.. GAH. I didn’t mind at all being asked to make the cake. I like to bake and everyone knows it. But it is not fair to ask me to buy a bunch of things that I would never normally have around my house (she wants a Red Velvet Cake, btw) and now tell me that I should go buy a cake because she wants to drag me out of the house at the last minute to go downtown. This seriously couldn’t have been mentioned to me last night so that I could bake the cake before bed and only need to ice it after we got back?
Oh yes — and I’m also supposed to find time to do some “game” that they are sending around at her work because she can’t be bothered to do that either. This will be the third such one that I’ve done in the past two weeks.
Blogging - the bored, Warhammer playing housewife way!
Of course you are allowed to hate your family. I’m sorry, but I’ll be damned if I’m gonna kiss anyone’s ass over things I couldn’t control. I give my family gratitude and love for the things they have done for me, but I give them hell for the things that need it.
My wife has a similar issue to your early morning phone calls with her grandmother, who lives about 3 minutes crawl from our front door. Grandma likes to call right after lunch. Well, you’d think my wife and kids were hispanic, b/c right after lunch is siesta time. They all need to sleep after lunchm, and do a lot better with it; especially the infant. Nap + infant = uncranky wee man. But grandma like sot ring and gab about nothing, waking up the whole house (except my oldest, who could sleep through a train wreck).
I get tired of hearing about it, b/c I am a guy and guys like to tackle problems. We don’t halve burdens by sharing them, we unburden ourselves by shouldering the dumb shit out of our way. She refuses to do anything about it, but I reap the “benefits” of it all as everyone bitches at me.
So now I just leave the house for nap time since I don’t nap anyway. If I am not allowed to address the problem, and I am not causing the problem, it’ll be a fridgid day Down South before i take shit over it.
Tell you’re dad happy birthday!
Good luck.
So what’s up with the hair? You gonna give it the chop, or you gonna turn into a Pentecostal on us?
Ugh — my yesterday story gets even better. So while I’m baking the cake, my mom calls. The first thing out of her mouth is “Are you working on my game?” I said “No, I haven’t had time since I’m baking the cake but–” and she yells “Fine, I’ll just do everything myself!” and hangs up on me. I had been about to say “But I sent it to Dan and he’s going to do it for you.”
Anyway, so I call her back to let her know that it really wasn’t cool to hang up on me and it just turns into a fight, of course. But anyway x.x
I think I’m going to leave my hair long until after the party — that way if I cut it and hate it, it will still look nice in the pictures.
WTF, “game”? What the hell is this? Is she trying to prep your resume to submit to GW’s Dev team?
Sounds like you guys are trying pretty hard to put the fun back in dysfunctional. I’d tell you some stories about my fam, but I’ll be damned if I’m gonna put that kinda crap up on the internet. My dad wants me to write an autobiography, says I’d make a killing. After dealing with some of my rellies, I’d settle for a lobotomy. Now don’t get me wrong, I get along great with most of my family, and they are some truly lovely people. Like any other population of humans, however, it’s always that 5-10% that do so well at making everyone else look like ass.
Yes, yes, dysfunctional! This is why we need to move. It seems that the dysfunction only surfaces when we live nearby. If they can only see us a few times a year, it seems to be kept in check.
As to games — I guess they’re doing like.. drawings or something at her work for prizes, but in order to enter you have to complete game things (word searches, puzzle games, unscrambling games, etc) and she’s been e-mailing them all to me, and then I do’em and e-mail them back. I don’t necessarily mind doing them, but it just really ticked me off when I already had a full plate and she knew it.