I got home from another draining night at church just now. I went to scrounge some leftovers for tea and spotted some leftover spaghetti. Mum, because she doesn't trust me in the kitchen, came to take over. As if i can't microwave or something. But i don't mind, because i know it's her way of showing that she cares.
When it came out of the microwave, she started slicing it into little bits, but i asked her to stop, because the fun comes in twirling it around on the fork! She ignored me and continued to cut - so, i asked her again, my voice raising a decibel or so. So she says 'for goodness sakes', and stops cutting. She then goes to tip it onto a plate - but i ask for a bowl. Which seems sensible, considering my tendancy to spill and her hatred of spillage. But no, apparently this is an unreasonable request, because mum starts whinging about the long day she's had.
I tell her that yes, i know she's had a long day, but she volunteered to make my dinner when i was eprfectly capable to do it myself. Insert her *hmph* of annoyed exhalation (translation: 'whatever, you're completely incapable'). Of course, my hackles go straight up. 'Get over yourself, you didn't have to do it!'. She then continues to rant about her hard day - here, she is about to tell me to fuck off (which is a huge deal in our house), but covers it up with some other bluster. 'Geez, and you wonder where i get my bitchy streak'. She goes on to say that i'm a horrid child - but only after stopping herself from calling me a bitch. 'See, that's exactly what i mean about the origin of my bitchy streak'.
After that, i grabbed my spag bol and stormed out. I know that i have a virulent temper, which can easily be set off, especially now when i'm so on edge. Mum's the same, but her fuse is even longer. Tonight, obviously, we were at the ends of our rope. Now, we're not speaking. She'll probably be over it in the morning, and i'll be over it by tomorrow afternoon. Still, it's mightily frustrating.
I didn't even do anything this time! Often, i'll admit, i can be annoying. But this time, i made perfectly reasonably requests not to cut up my tea and to put it in a bowl so i don't spill! She had no reason to get her hackles up! Of course, when she did, i responded in kind.
Let's just add this to the ever-growing list of reasons to distress me today. Joy. a
When it came out of the microwave, she started slicing it into little bits, but i asked her to stop, because the fun comes in twirling it around on the fork! She ignored me and continued to cut - so, i asked her again, my voice raising a decibel or so. So she says 'for goodness sakes', and stops cutting. She then goes to tip it onto a plate - but i ask for a bowl. Which seems sensible, considering my tendancy to spill and her hatred of spillage. But no, apparently this is an unreasonable request, because mum starts whinging about the long day she's had.
I tell her that yes, i know she's had a long day, but she volunteered to make my dinner when i was eprfectly capable to do it myself. Insert her *hmph* of annoyed exhalation (translation: 'whatever, you're completely incapable'). Of course, my hackles go straight up. 'Get over yourself, you didn't have to do it!'. She then continues to rant about her hard day - here, she is about to tell me to fuck off (which is a huge deal in our house), but covers it up with some other bluster. 'Geez, and you wonder where i get my bitchy streak'. She goes on to say that i'm a horrid child - but only after stopping herself from calling me a bitch. 'See, that's exactly what i mean about the origin of my bitchy streak'.
After that, i grabbed my spag bol and stormed out. I know that i have a virulent temper, which can easily be set off, especially now when i'm so on edge. Mum's the same, but her fuse is even longer. Tonight, obviously, we were at the ends of our rope. Now, we're not speaking. She'll probably be over it in the morning, and i'll be over it by tomorrow afternoon. Still, it's mightily frustrating.
I didn't even do anything this time! Often, i'll admit, i can be annoying. But this time, i made perfectly reasonably requests not to cut up my tea and to put it in a bowl so i don't spill! She had no reason to get her hackles up! Of course, when she did, i responded in kind.
Let's just add this to the ever-growing list of reasons to distress me today. Joy. a
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