For a little bit anyway. So, those uninterested in my little irritated rant, you will probably want to skip over this segment.
J...I know what you mean...and couldn't agree more....God forbid people come to live in the US and be expected to at least respect the American culture and her people. That post of yours spoke volumes...good job!
ALSO, before I forget...I've added a summary section for ZERO and I've updated J's weblog link. It was changed recently, but I have now fixed it. Oh, and one more thing, Maynard P., if you ever happen upon this silly little hobby of mine, send me an e-mail you big dumbass. It hasn't changed. You know who you are.
Ok...now for my ranting...
Mother is on a cleaning rampage. It's 7:30 in the evening. Who cleans their entire house at 7:30pm? I don't understand her logic sometimes. Nor do I like becoming an unwilling party to her silly whims. Actually, more like scapegoat...You see, somehow all the messes made in the house were created by me. Everything from the dirty dishes in the sink to the two tiny spots on the carpet in the hallway.
I'll admit, I'm a messy person, but since I moved home several years ago, I've learned to contain most of my mess making to my room, and clean up after myself else where (God forbid I give her any ammo against me). Contrary to my mom's beliefs, I actually do scrub my own dishes out when I'm done and I often do all the dishes while I'm in the kitchen. I don't care who put them there... My reasoning behind not putting them in the dishwasher is simple. I get yelled at because I am apparently not compitent enough to load a dishwasher correctly. So, I leave that job for the master.
What really got me irritated though was when the crazed woman bursts in my room, vaccuum cleaner in hand, and points to the floor in the hallway while stating I needed to grab a toothbrush and rag. I gave her this blank stare, though I dared not ask "why". She was gonna tell me anyway. Apparently, two mysterious spots, the size of pea's mind you, were discovered in the hallway. Since they were kind of in front of my door (my room is the first room you walk by when going down the hall...my son's room, my parent's room, and bathroom are all down there too) I was obviously the one who put them there.
I certainly wish I would have inherited my mother's obvious clairvoyant skills. I mean, it must come in handy KNOWING that I'm the source of all these mysterious messes and carpet spots that pop up now and again. Perhaps from now on she should just rub my nose in them like a bad dog or something? That would teach me...Maybe I'm some sort of sleepwalker mess-maker? Anything is possible these days...but what it all boils down to is that she KNOWS it's all me...
Think I'm exaggerating? Ha!
Let me tell you a little story... not for the squeamish
This happened about four years ago, shortly after I moved back home. My sister was still living with us too, she might remember this little story and can vouche for it. I was sitting at the computer, going through some e-mails and surfing the web. It was a weekend, I believe, because everyone was home (we all work different hours so the weekends are the only time we are all home at once). Anyway, my mom comes barreling down the hallway, cleaning rag in hand and barges into my room with this "I'm going to kill you" look on her face. I didn't pay much attention to her, I figured either my son, who was about five or my sister had done something to annoy her. I'd barely been awake an hour or two...hardly enough time for me to cause any trouble.
Boy was I wrong. She starts yelling at me about finding a booger...YES...a booger on the wall in the bathroom. Apparently it was mine and I was to go clean it up immediatly. I don't remember saying anything to her at first. I think I was too stunned. Maybe I'd heard her wrong...Maybe she meant to say "Hunter", and granted five year olds do that sort of thing. Being his mom, I'm inclined to clean that sort of stuff up, no matter how nasty it is...She couldn't possibly belive that I, a 24 year old young woman wasn't capable of blowing her nose on kleenex like a civilized person, could she?
Oh ho...but she COULD. My sister, bless her soul (I knew she was good for something) heard it all and got pissed. She yelled at my mom for being such a dumbass (she didn't call her that, of course) and told her Hunter was the obvious suspect, to which my mom replies, that I was the only person home.
Home when? How could she tell what age it was? I had to clean it up anyway, since we all knew it came from my little bundle of joy and how she noticed it is beyond me... How long does it take a five year old child to pick his nose and then wipe it on the wall? As a mom, I can tell you it takes a matter of seconds...You'd think my mom would know this too, since she had two children of her own...Why in the hell she thought it was me was just totally flabbergasting...It still pisses me off when I think about it...
Back then, I didn't fight back much. I felt bad because I had to return to my parents house and therefore wasn't inclined to stand up for myself. I just took it and did what I was told...However, a person can only take so much. I'm still blamed for a lot of stuff, by my mom keeps it to herself for the most part. She has her moments, like today, and you can bet I swiftly reminded her that she had no friggin clue if the spots on the carpet were mine or not and that I DID NOT appricate her jumping to conclusions...I told her to be quiet after that, then went and cleaned them up anyway so she would stop whining about it.
I love my mom. She can be a lot of fun, but one of the most annoying traits she has is the way she condems people without even thinking things through. Once and idea is in her head, forget about changing it. It's not just cleaning, but other things as well. Now that I'm older, I have little patience for this particular personality quirk, and I'm quick to bite back. I'd love to know why she's so quick to point fingers...I've always assumed that maybe she picks on me because it takes a lot to get me riled. Mom's not really the most aggressive person in the world and she hates confrontation, so I'd make the easiest target compared to my sister and dad who can get mad pretty quickly. Unfortunatly, mom never knows when to stop, and once I'm pissed, I have a really nasty temper.
*sigh*
Well, I feel a bit better...not to mention the vacuum cleaner has stopped. I have been ordered to clean the bathroom tub. Fair enough, but I think I'll do it tomorrow just to piss her off. Oh, and that windex she was looking for an hour ago...it's sitting nicely at my feet, but don't think I'll tell her where it went anytime soon... (^-^)
Posted by Zoso at October 30, 2004 08:31 PM