please have mercy
I slept in this morning which meant my first word of the day was “shite*”. A great start. I was grumpy to the boy, didn’t have time to inhale caffeine before I left, have no money on me and i’m properly starving. Plus I’m still off the fags**. I’m still trying to wake up at 11am and I feel a crappy cold coming on.
So, today’s mood is: Sulk.
Yup, things are back to normal.
And the topic of today’s rant? Parents.
I know its not really the done thing to rant about your mother openly on the internet (imagine if she found this blog), but if I promise to be quick will you listen?
Ok, thanks.
Like most 30 year olds, I left home over 12 years ago and never looked back. I’ve reached the dizzy heights of being able to pay my bills (mostly), brush my teeth without being told to (new electric toothbrush!) and make a risotto (red pepper and chorizo?) but a visit from my mother sends me back to high school.
Particularly the stomping off and slamming doors bit.
Not long ago I had an almighty rant about the state of my life (which you can read here), but so you don’t need to go clicking, basically it ended like this…
“there is nothing wrong with the choices I have made in MY life. Okay, it isn’t perfect right now, I admit, but at least I am free to make my own choices, not a slave to what should be. So this is my teary eyed, snotty nosed request to all of you out there – go back to worrying about your own life. It aint perfect either”
After the weekend I have just had, I just needed to reiterate this.
Oh and just in case you do read this mum….
I am a romantic, my heart is always going to rule my head and I’m never going to marry for money.
Thanks
Oh and as a post script… i saw this on Tara’s blog and thought it fitted well…
“People don’t want their lives fixed. Nobody wants their problems solved. Their dramas. Their distractions. Their stories resolved. Their messes cleaned up. Because what would they have left? Just the big scary unknown.”
~Chuck Palahniuk
Yes, mum thanks for the hand out to help finally get rid of the student loan. Im grateful, but can we step back from you knowing too much about my finances now?
Kx
*my dad’s favourite Scottish word.
**ok, I had one after the parentals left yesterday – I deserved it
I think shite is like every American’s favorite Scottish word as well. We use is a lot, likely thanks to Irvine Welsh.
I know exactly what you mean about your mother, though. Mine can turn me into a petulant 15 year old with no effort at all. In fact, I am still mad at her for some things that she said back in July. You’d think that at 35 I would be able to let things go more easily, but somehow when they come out of her mouth they stick to me like glue. I love her madly, but she drives me completely insane.
I knew the Sunday Tidbit would come in handy one day! Glad it worked when you needed it this week.