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And more on my holiday!
Dec. 24th, 2009 02:45 pm
So, now, my mother actively dislikes holidays. Oh, she won't ever admit to it, but you can tell because she becomes a raging bitch as the holiday approaches. Used to really upset me until I figured it out, and Jenn still doesn't always seem to get it, she'll argue with my mother about it. (The bookcases, this year. The damn bookcases. It would have been better to get them and put them up without telling my mother, but now that we've told her, does Jennifer *have* to bring it up on Christmas Eve? I spent two hours making sure my mother stayed calm so she didn't do anything rash like start trying to lug boxes of books up and throw them into the street or burn them or whatever because "she doesn't want bookcases". She's gonna have to suck it up and deal, we NEED bookcases, but surely we could wait to move on this until after Little Christmas, or at least New Year!) Mother's Day, Christmas Day, Arbor Day - she doesn't care, she doesn't like it. They make her cranky and irritable and bitchy, and when she's in a bad mood she's not happy until we're ALL in a bad mood, so that's no fun.
So Christmas Eve I spent wrapping up the presents my mother had bought ("Don't bother! Throw them out! I'm not DOING Christmas, I know I'm not welcome, I'll just go to Connecticut!") for her, and making sure we saved enough food from dinner for her (I told Jenn she'd be back halfway through dinner after she stormed out, just so she could stand around and complain that we didn't save enough and hadn't set a place for her, and sure enough that's exactly what she did, while - in a neat trick! - also whining that she wasn't really hungry and she might as well go starve) and convincing her that throwing out books was a VERY bad idea because there was certainly not going to be any pickup on Christmas Day, even if Thursday is garbage night.
Fun.
And of course, on Christmas itself, it was "Gosh, I can't give gifts, they're not wrapped". Uh, no, Mommy, I did that for you. Remember, back when you were bitching and moaning that you weren't gonna do Christmas? Aren't you glad I ignored you?
So Christmas Eve I spent wrapping up the presents my mother had bought ("Don't bother! Throw them out! I'm not DOING Christmas, I know I'm not welcome, I'll just go to Connecticut!") for her, and making sure we saved enough food from dinner for her (I told Jenn she'd be back halfway through dinner after she stormed out, just so she could stand around and complain that we didn't save enough and hadn't set a place for her, and sure enough that's exactly what she did, while - in a neat trick! - also whining that she wasn't really hungry and she might as well go starve) and convincing her that throwing out books was a VERY bad idea because there was certainly not going to be any pickup on Christmas Day, even if Thursday is garbage night.
Fun.
And of course, on Christmas itself, it was "Gosh, I can't give gifts, they're not wrapped". Uh, no, Mommy, I did that for you. Remember, back when you were bitching and moaning that you weren't gonna do Christmas? Aren't you glad I ignored you?
