dogmom
04-18-2013, 09:12 AM
OK, even if no one responds, I need to get this out there so I can move on with my life.
600 miles one way, by myself with the kids.
Thank you Mom for giving up your bed and setting up a cot for DD in your office so we can all have our own bedroom, I do appreciate that. However, maybe washing the sheets in the guest bedroom might have been nice so when I put my DS to bed the first night I wasn't surprised by a mat of cat hair 1/2 inch thick on the pillow you expected him to sleep on. (I am NOT exaggerating)
Yes, thank you for asking me what the kids eat. But it makes be a little nervous you by so much of your food from the dollar store. And as you put it, "The real $ store where things still cost a dollar, not those chain stores." So I'm slightly suspicious of the no name cheese, frozen breakfast sandwiches, salad dressing, crackers, etc. that all seem to have sell by dates for this month. And thank you for the fruits, but maybe next time it can not be half gone because you had to buy it on sale. And when you ask me twice if my kids would like french fries with there pre-cooked chicken that you microwaved and half rotten fruit and I say yes, they would like french fries. I meant yes, not, let's not make them and see if we notice. And yes, my DD said the ketchup taste funny, even though you insist it is Heinz, you just broke the bottle and put it in another container. So either it's another $ store no name brand or it's way past it's due date. It does taste funny. (No, my mother is not destitute. She's not rich, but she's not that poor.)
And yes, we spend a lot of time at my Dad's when we visit. (He lives in a one bedroom house so we can't stay there.) Because Dad actually interacts with the kids and does not sit there with a frown on his face with arms crossed intermittently trying to correct the kids in a voice that brings some PTSD back for me.
And yes, I will wash the bathtub before my DD takes a bath. No, it's not just the old stuff on the bottom of the tub for noslip that the last owners put on that is the problem. It's filthy. The whole house if filthy. Not call the health department dirty, but just this side. Look, I have a high tolerance. I have dogs. But this place skeeves me out. The layer of dust, grime, etc. has to have been built up over years because it's just you and no one ever visits. I went to get a glass out of the kitchen cabinet and I almost screeched because the nob was bumpy with grime. And yes, when my DD is taking the bath I will lock myself in the BR with your $ store no name cleaning products that suck and are probably toxic to clean it. And I would have appreciated if you could have at least cleaned off your crusted over vomit from the inside of the toilet and the side of the tub from your bulimia. My DS lifts of the lid and would see that if he wasn't a 10 yo boy and oblivious. (On I side not I do appreciate you not drinking while we were there, or at least not so much that we noticed when we got back to the house.)
Yes, I want to open the window because it is 85 degrees in the office my DD is sleeping in with the cat box.
I would also have appreciated if you kept the news off and did not leave the morning papers with graphic pictures of the bombing back home in Boston. Yes, the kids know, but they don't need all that information. I feel like crap that soon as I heard the news I knew what my fellow coworkers would be doing since we are the closest hospital and we are the trauma unit. I want to be there to help, not stuck in western PA.
And no, on the way back I am not driving 40 miles out of my way to avoid the "rush hour traffic" that you think I will run into at 6 am going past Pittsburgh. I'm from Boston, I laugh at your traffic.
Mostly, I just hate the person I become when I'm there. I need to just interact with her on a very limited basis and deal with my kids so I don't loose it with her. Part of me has great sympathy because she is so anxious and fearful about everything and it has gotten worse since she has retired. But the other part of me just wants to shout at her, "Stop being so miserable! No one wants to be with you because you are miserable."
600 miles one way, by myself with the kids.
Thank you Mom for giving up your bed and setting up a cot for DD in your office so we can all have our own bedroom, I do appreciate that. However, maybe washing the sheets in the guest bedroom might have been nice so when I put my DS to bed the first night I wasn't surprised by a mat of cat hair 1/2 inch thick on the pillow you expected him to sleep on. (I am NOT exaggerating)
Yes, thank you for asking me what the kids eat. But it makes be a little nervous you by so much of your food from the dollar store. And as you put it, "The real $ store where things still cost a dollar, not those chain stores." So I'm slightly suspicious of the no name cheese, frozen breakfast sandwiches, salad dressing, crackers, etc. that all seem to have sell by dates for this month. And thank you for the fruits, but maybe next time it can not be half gone because you had to buy it on sale. And when you ask me twice if my kids would like french fries with there pre-cooked chicken that you microwaved and half rotten fruit and I say yes, they would like french fries. I meant yes, not, let's not make them and see if we notice. And yes, my DD said the ketchup taste funny, even though you insist it is Heinz, you just broke the bottle and put it in another container. So either it's another $ store no name brand or it's way past it's due date. It does taste funny. (No, my mother is not destitute. She's not rich, but she's not that poor.)
And yes, we spend a lot of time at my Dad's when we visit. (He lives in a one bedroom house so we can't stay there.) Because Dad actually interacts with the kids and does not sit there with a frown on his face with arms crossed intermittently trying to correct the kids in a voice that brings some PTSD back for me.
And yes, I will wash the bathtub before my DD takes a bath. No, it's not just the old stuff on the bottom of the tub for noslip that the last owners put on that is the problem. It's filthy. The whole house if filthy. Not call the health department dirty, but just this side. Look, I have a high tolerance. I have dogs. But this place skeeves me out. The layer of dust, grime, etc. has to have been built up over years because it's just you and no one ever visits. I went to get a glass out of the kitchen cabinet and I almost screeched because the nob was bumpy with grime. And yes, when my DD is taking the bath I will lock myself in the BR with your $ store no name cleaning products that suck and are probably toxic to clean it. And I would have appreciated if you could have at least cleaned off your crusted over vomit from the inside of the toilet and the side of the tub from your bulimia. My DS lifts of the lid and would see that if he wasn't a 10 yo boy and oblivious. (On I side not I do appreciate you not drinking while we were there, or at least not so much that we noticed when we got back to the house.)
Yes, I want to open the window because it is 85 degrees in the office my DD is sleeping in with the cat box.
I would also have appreciated if you kept the news off and did not leave the morning papers with graphic pictures of the bombing back home in Boston. Yes, the kids know, but they don't need all that information. I feel like crap that soon as I heard the news I knew what my fellow coworkers would be doing since we are the closest hospital and we are the trauma unit. I want to be there to help, not stuck in western PA.
And no, on the way back I am not driving 40 miles out of my way to avoid the "rush hour traffic" that you think I will run into at 6 am going past Pittsburgh. I'm from Boston, I laugh at your traffic.
Mostly, I just hate the person I become when I'm there. I need to just interact with her on a very limited basis and deal with my kids so I don't loose it with her. Part of me has great sympathy because she is so anxious and fearful about everything and it has gotten worse since she has retired. But the other part of me just wants to shout at her, "Stop being so miserable! No one wants to be with you because you are miserable."