I’m fully aware that this is going to sound like I have regressed 10 years into a 14 year old but I’m trying to let out my frustration rather than have niggles over Christmas.
The first of the Christmas season fights today (or as close to a fight as someone as confrontationally adverse as me can manange). My mother has somehow managed to brake her foot, probably in Dublin airport, and came home yesterday in a cast. She was understandably emotional and started to stress about Christmas.
She asked me to clean the bathroom today before I went to work so I got up early. The only problem is that she is pathalogically unable to delegate so I knew that if I did do it she wouldn’t have been happy with the job but as it turns out she changed her mind. This annoyed me she shouldn’t be cleaning anyway but she just won’t wait until anyone else is free for it to be done. I have tomorrow off but no, everything had to be done today.
I’m going shopping after work to pick up some last minute stuff for Christmas (you should know that this is me being really nice because I think we buy way too much unneeded food and drink at Christmas) but she nearly gets hysterical at the thought of them running out of bread by 9 o’clock. It’s not the end of the world. If they don’t have bread I’ll get it tomorrow. Then there is a long and emotional discussion about how early I’ll have to get up tomorrow to buy the bread that we may not even need!
Plus when she asks me to do something she never gives me the opportunity to acutally do it before she starts doing it herself. Loudly. She asked me to do a bunch of stuff today which was fair enough but, even as I was doing it she was on at me.
I wouldn’t mind but I do actually pull my weight in terms of chores and things in our house. I hate to see her upset but we just think in completely different ways. I’m a laid back person but every day I do things that I’m really not fussed about because I know that it’s important to her. I hate to say it but I do think she’s a bit of a control freak. If something isn’t done two minutes after she would have chosen to do it it’s a massive problem.
I keep telling myself “she’s broken her foot” but agghhhh! I think Christmas should be a time for relaxing and taking a bit of a rest. That was certainly what I was planning on but I am actually glad that I am at work today.
It just winds me up when someone won’t let you help them then complains that they aren’t getting help. There’s probably a word for it.
This is why grown-up children should not live with their parents if at all possible. I think I need to make it a new years resolution to move out. I may end up cash poor but at least I won’t want to strangle anyone.
