I love difficult people. My mom is ridiculous. Today I made her pancakes and offered to help put up some Christmas decorations, which is a really big step for me since I'm a lazy asshole. So I helped her out, and the outside decorations weren't going so well. Something wouldn't work so she yelled at it a few times, and started to yell at me before she got so angry she smashed something and told me to clean it up and go inside. Her end quote: "It would be nice if someone cared enough to help out around here." Anger management, much?
What the fuck is she talking about? I just made her pancakes, put up all the decorations and did all the laundry, vacuuming, and dishes yesterday! I don't even actually live here. Nothing can please her, ever.
Obviously this made me a little over emotional and I locked myself in the bathroom and cried for a bit, before taking a hot shower to the sound of Jason Mraz. I calmed down a bit, and I'm just neutral now.
I don't understand some people. I have never made it through a holiday without crying and yelling and locking myself in a bathroom. Christmas Bathroom Count so far: one.
So now she's gone from the house for the day. It's nice out, I think I'll go out for a walk and have a cigarette in peace. Lucky I go home today.
