We went to eat w/my mom and little bro tonight. It was late bc of dd's cheer practice. My mom decided she'd come get the younger 2 and myself since DH was w/Dd at cheer practice. No biggie. She left bro w/DH and picked us up. So then she starts in telling me about the cheers. Ummm...I already know them but ok. So then she tells me 1 and I correct her. She said well that's not what they're teaching. I say crap they're teaching it wrong. So she argues that she did it that way too. Bs. When Dd first showed her the cheer weeks ago mom had never heard of it. Irritating but whatever. So she proceeds to go on about how i'm being a bitch bc I argued. I wasn't even pissy until she magically knew the cheer forever. So then she proceeds to say she should have stayed and had bro come get me...I already told her Dd didn't want an audience during practice. So I said well she's more comfortable w/bro than anyone kinda like I was w/my older brother. So she says well she seemed happy to see me. I said, i'm sure she was but she already said she didn't want all of us there. She wanted me but i'm sick so she said ok to daddy. So she then says, "maybe its just you, you can't impose yourself on your daughter". Wtf?! So I explain how Dd is and how she hides her emotions. We bicker. It's over. Leaving the restaurant everything is fine until bros car messes up. We follow them to the car place to leave the car. Its late i'm stressing. So she comes to the car and asks did I want to sit w/bro while DH took her to her truck. I told her I was thinking of getting DH to drop off kids and myself. Then I said nevermind bc by the time I got done fighting w/ds to get him to bed DH would be home anyway so i'll just stay so it wont be any later for her. I get out and tell DH to hurry up and go and she gets out interrupts to tell him to take us home. I try 3 more times and she keeps interrupting. I finally raise my voice. So she says, "well i'm sorry I forget you have such a hard time w/the kids, I always did it all myself". I lost it. I yelled bullshit! You're oldest was 12, I was 8 when bro was born and we had our own room older bro and I weren't sharing. By the time bro was 3 we were putting ourself to bed. I'm so sick of listening to your perfect mother crap. Its late I was trying to be nice while worrying about my 9yr old getting sleep. So she goes on about how she's so sorry she's an inconvenience. Little bro finally turned around and told her to shut up. Ugh!!! Ok vent over.
on Sep. 5, 2012 at 12:36 AM