arggghhhhh
Sep. 17th, 2003 03:47 pmThis is the sound Alison makes when her mother guilt-trips her into going back to Bakersfield for two days.
I love my mom, quite possibly she's my best friend, but she's also a little exploitive of the fact that I'd do anything for her. My parents are moving right now, and since we've lived in the same house for 20 years, a lot more trauma is associated with this move than a normal one. Everything is almost done, in fact they're moving on Thursday and Friday, but little chinks are appearing in my mom's usually rather heavy armor. So who does she call but her trusty daughter? (rhetorical questions, all 'round, folks.) Plus, she really wants me to go to my Bakersfield dentist instead of experimenting with the UCR dentist whom she's decided is obviously a hack just because he isn't our normal dentist. So all this combined makes for a very plaintive phone call this morning from her work (phones ringing, people dropping off papers in the background) asking me to please come home and help her with things.
This follows with innumerable dirty looks from
bellwethr who knows that I'm going to say yes to my mom no matter what. So my question is: does everyone else have this problem with their mother? Not that's it's a problem, but does everyone else hold their mother in such high esteem that they'd drop anything for her? I know I do, and even though there were dirty looks, I know that
bellwethr would fly to MN if something came up.
Oh, and bank traumas occur at the most inopportune times.
I love my mom, quite possibly she's my best friend, but she's also a little exploitive of the fact that I'd do anything for her. My parents are moving right now, and since we've lived in the same house for 20 years, a lot more trauma is associated with this move than a normal one. Everything is almost done, in fact they're moving on Thursday and Friday, but little chinks are appearing in my mom's usually rather heavy armor. So who does she call but her trusty daughter? (rhetorical questions, all 'round, folks.) Plus, she really wants me to go to my Bakersfield dentist instead of experimenting with the UCR dentist whom she's decided is obviously a hack just because he isn't our normal dentist. So all this combined makes for a very plaintive phone call this morning from her work (phones ringing, people dropping off papers in the background) asking me to please come home and help her with things.
This follows with innumerable dirty looks from
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Oh, and bank traumas occur at the most inopportune times.