This is Why I Don't Call
I just got off the phone with my mom. Ordinarily, I'd just call my sister with this story, but it's kinda late to be calling. Do you know how many times we've called each other with "you would not believe what your mother just said"? A lot.
Mom called twice today and left messages, claiming nothing urgent but that she was thinking about me. In the second message of the day, "when you get a chance" means "call me right now." So I called her just now when I got home from work.
She asked about the credit approval for the new apartment and I told her I had just gotten word that I had been approved (fuckin' *WHEW*). She mentioned that she was worried about how last minute it was and I agreed. I fully claim that I procrastinated on the whole process but I also could have had all this taken care of a bit sooner had those other guys not given their place away to someone else and taken their time getting back to me.
Mom: "Well yeah, not to mention it would have been a lot less stress on your mother."
Me: "Yeah, because it's all about you."
Mom: "No, it's about me worrying about you."
Me: "Uh, yeah, that makes it about you."
Mom: "Okay."
And then I got monosyllabic responses to my story of how I plugged up the garbage disposal with potato peelings and I really hope the Drano I just bought will clear it up.
Me: "Okay, you don't want to talk anymore."
Mom: "Uh huh."
Me: "Bye." *click*
Fucking Christ, she drives me nuts. Two days ago she called Emily an ingrate because Emily didn't like the ugly ass furniture mom obtained free from some friend and foisted upon her. For a week she's been guilt tripping me about calling my grandmother because my grandma asked about me once and so her worry for me must be the sole cause of her high blood pressure. Hey, how about if grandma takes her medicine? Ugh!
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I think the aggrevation "gene" kicks in whenever someone gets pregnant. It's just there waiting to be released in mass quantities upon adolescence.
it's got to be all about her, Erica...she gave BIRTH to you afterall ;) If it weren't for HER you wouldn't be here.
*hugs* I feel your pain, I do. At least you don't live with her anymore, right? That's a plus!
Thank god for small favors, such as what Mel pointed out.
I just love that kind of guilt-trippy crap- NOT.
Ingrate ;-)
That is YOUR mother. :)
Precisely the reason I go into hibernation between say, November 15 and January 15 every year....family.
(not to mention that I'll be 30 very soon and I still sit at a "kiddies" table for Christmas!)
I feel your pain!!!!!!!
Hibernation sounds like a good idea to me. I need to move farther away so it's impossible for me to drive home.