Not give a damn. (ass)

Her, not me. The week before is always extra miserable, but there’s no escaping it. :P

My mom is certain I’ve hidden away a box of her garden gnomes. Frickin’ gnomes.

Flight arrives this afternoon in T.O. It’s been lovely. Perhaps she’ll be a little more relaxed after her vacation.

Mom just left. I’ll be happier when I know she’s arrived safely in Portugal, but I’m pretty darned happy now. My shoulders are feeling like they do when I have a couple of glasses of wine. De-stressssssssss.

She leaves on Tuesday for most of a month in Portugal! I know today and tomorrow will be rough, but I think I can manage.

A big part of why I don’t feel like sharing my thoughts here the past while. Too much GRRRRR would bubble out. 10/11 more days until her trip. Smile & nod.

What an absolute fucking mess.

she leaves for about a month! :D
Yay! I can grit my teeth and smile at justabout anything right now!
Still having hip problems, though. Not sure her heading abroad is the right thing to be doing, but it’s not my decision. She’s rather stubborn, and I can not influence her.

I’ve given up trying to “help” my mom with whatever situation. If I give her advice, she’ll do the opposite. Period. Even if it makes it more difficult for her (so yes, I could give the opposite advice to begin with, but I simply can’t do that. It’s against my nature). There’s a need to prove me wrong or something. Even my eldest daughter has noticed it. So now, I mention whatever it is to my husband. If he suggests something to her, it’s golden.
Ah well.

“Oh – you’re finally losing weight?”
WTF?!
Let it fly away. Let it fly away…