Mom is so incredibly stubborn and blind to her own limitations that she thinks she fixed the washing machine just by taking my clothes out and putting her clothes in. So don't anybody worry- she's got it all covered. Oh and she went black widow hunting this morning, climbing on a step-ladder and leaning into the cupboards in the kitchen, despite me asking her to leave it alone as I had already sprayed it. Her shaking and history of falling, coupled with her impaired vision and reluctance to use a flashlight, made me fear for her safety on the step-ladder. But, as she said, she can do anything. If I didn't know any better, I would swear I'm living with a bipolar person in a manic episode.
She just told the dogs to "listen to the washer and see what happens." It sucks that she is so spiteful. I know it's the HE, and I know my patience is thin because I really do need a break, but wow, she is seriously being the biggest jerk in the history of dumbassery. My good friend lost her grandfather the other day, and all Mom could do was tell me about how I neglect her yet jump through hoops for my friends. This was in response to me texting my friend while getting dressed and asking Mom to give me a moment. Really, the weekend can't come soon enough. I know it's not her, but whatever evil zombie took over her body is on my last nerve and just might have to be sedated. I feel pity for the respite caregivers who will have to deal with her majesty this weekend. This is no way to treat people.
Although it's still somewhat amusing to listen her babble about how she thinks the dogs are feeling or thinking each day. Rather complex and confusing emotions, those little furry things have. Drama, drama, drama.
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