Curvy Jones on: At least I get to go shopping?
So, in my efforts to stop acting like an asshole because my dad is in town, I drove all the way out to forever, picked him up, drove 20 minutes north in rush hour traffic to take him to dinner, drove him SOUTH again and then drove all the way back up to NW Atlanta where I finally sat down around 9:15. Holy. Mother. But I had my shrimp and grits and my stomach is HAPPY.
On the way home from the restaurant, my dad called my mom. I guess to gloat, or whatever. Then he said something about having not seen my apartment yet and asked my mom to talk to me. What am I, five? She says, ‘do what you have to do so your dad can see your apartment.’ She says this in a tone that is not to be argued with. I tried to say no. In fact, I said no several times. Why doesn’t no work on them?
It’s not that my apartment is… well it’s just that… I mean, no one ever comes over. It’s very comfy and now I have to clean for company. I have a bedroom and a guest bathroom that have never been used, let alone furnished or decorated. I don’t have a table. And the entire time I lived in Podunk WA, my parents never cared about my damn apartment. GAH. So I guess on Saturday I have to drive out to get him, and bring him up to this side of the world so he can see my apartment.
I am trying not to roll my eyes, because frankly my parents love the crap out of me and they are proud of me and they want to be close to me. SO. Hence the trying not to be an asshole about it. It’s hard and kind of pitiful when you have to scold yourself.
So today I get to go shopping for a little bit of house stuff. I was thinking of Marshall’s or Tuesday morning. I hate shopping for clothes. LOVE shopping for housewares! And I think I am going to have someone come in and give me a good, thorough clean. For spring. Yeah, that’s the ticket!
Dinner went fine, by the way. A few awkward pauses. I am kind of a weird person anyway, off in my own world. Several times, he was like, ‘why didn’t you just…..?’ I just shrug and go on my merry way. Don’t like the way I do things? Don’t be with me when I do them. I am me, get used to it.
We talked a lot about my mom. She is not doing too well– not dying or anything, just not living well. Back in 2001, she had the RNY Gastric Bypass. A year or two later, she was in the hospital with complications. And now she is having the same issues she was having in 2003. Her stomach is protesting anything solid. I guess she is down to just over 100 lbs right now, which blows my mind because she used to be pretty heavy. In addition to the weight loss issue, she is not dealing well with Joe’s death at all. My dad says she has been on sleeping pills since his death and she’s having a lot more bad days than good ones. She has an injury from a car accident years back and her job is a bit physical, so that makes working hard.
We also talked a bit about depression. Mine specifically, and then he asked some questions about one of my friends that was diagnosed BiPolar 2. He acts like I never told him about my bouts with depression, but I did. I sat right at that kitchen table and told both of my parents about that. He doesn’t remember. He also doesn’t remember telling me that we had a family member that was institutionalized for Schizophrenia and other mental disorders. He was all shocked that I knew. ‘You told me!’ I said. He just shrugged.
He tried to go in on me, all about calling more often. Excuse me, I talk to you people frequently and you don’t tell me these things, so come on off of beating that dead horse.
In all, I was pretty proud of myself, had a good meal, he ended up paying for dinner (woop!) and I didn’t go straight home from work and get in the bed, so yay!
Tuesday meeting on Thursday today. Reports. Oy.
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I love shopping, too!
Is it that you don’t want HIM to see your apt or anyone? Cause if I ever haul my but down to GA, you better let me in the door! LOL.
My best guess is that you don’t want your parents seeing your apt because they never cared before and now you’re feeling territorial over all this that you have done for yourself. As long as he doesn’t come over, then there is no way he can take any responsibility for all the good you have done for yourself. And you don’t want to hear any criticism, not from someone who never cared before. What gives him the right?
Of course, that’s just what my gut says. You might just be a hoarder and and don’t want anyone to see it. Do I need to send Neicy Nash and her crew down there? LOL
That’s exactly it. They have never, EVER seen any of my apartments. They never cared before. It kind of goes back to feeling a little suffocated and smothered. He keeps saying he needs to make sure I don’t live under a bridge. Seriously?
I mean, let’s just call it what it is. You’re nosy. So, now I have to clean and prep and be impressive and junk.
And yes girl, if you haul your ass to GA, you better stop by!!!
It sounded like you both made an effort. Did you say why your mom isn’t on the trip too?
Also add Homegoods to your list of shopping places. Love it!
*gasp* I forgot about Homegoods!
My mom has used up all of her vacation time on days off here and there, and then the doctor told her to take some time off and just let her body rest, so she had been out of work for a month. She just went back to work this Monday, and only because she was on FMLA and not vacation.
I keep telling her to look into medical retirement, especially with her shoulder, since her job is physical (she works for a plant that manufactures airplane parts).
Hate cleaning. I feel for ya!
*grumble*
The bad thing is that it won’t take long, I’m just being whiny. This calls for a trip to CVS!
I need toilet paper anyway!