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[here_inmyhead]

My mother and I were supposed to be repackaging items. If we were like any NORMAL family, we'd have already finished hours ago. But no. We haven't even started.

I've been waiting. Hours and hours and hours and hours. I wanted to get this over with so her stupid HSN/QVC return packages quit haunting me. What does she do? Down herself in her various pain medications and fall asleep. She tells me to wake her up at a specific time. I do but then she pushes it back for another hour, and so on and so on. OR Dad was supposed to call her and he forgets. Because we've pushed it back to the last minute possible, she wants me to look up the times at two separate post offices and write various thingamajigs and times I can barely keep track of because I've been up this entire fucking time FOR HER and she knows as well as I do that I never look up anything in the phone book and that I never make calls in the first place. So she starts yelling at me how inefficient and rude I am and how if it wasn't for me she would've been ready to take care of the packages (excuse me Mother, I believe I was following directions) and basically blames the whole thing on me.

I THINK THERE'S A REASON WHY I DON'T WANT YOU TALKING TO ME FOR A MILLISECOND, MOTHER. I CAN'T STAND BEING AROUND YOU, AND SITUATIONS LIKE THIS ARE EXACTLY WHY. I actually wanted to get the fucking packages done.

Maybe because of Mom's stupid shopping addiction that I'm so frugal with money and almost never buy anything for myself unless it's related to my birthday/Christmas.

Comments

[karoru.livejournal.com]

You and I have a lot in common. My mother is a shopaholic too and I'm really frugal because of it. Both my parents are terrible with finances, actually. My grandma taught me how to manage money and I thank her for it.

What'd you mean by you never make calls? You just hate talking on the phone or something? I used to have that problem, but answering phones while working in retail quickly solved that issue.

[insanepurin.livejournal.com]

I just don't like making or receiving calls at all. If I do, it's short and concise as possible because I find using the phone irritating for no discernible reason. But Mom and Dad--especially Mom--are trying to push it so hard on me that it actually averts me from using it. The only reason I have it on is so they don't yell at me for having it off. I mean, sure, I keep it on me in case I'm expecting someone who told me they'd call me (Dad wanting to pick me up at a library at a certain time, us trying to find each other at a giant store, etc.) but that's about all I ever use it for.