Tuesday, December 8, 2009
I really enjoy ragging on the crazy, unique, wonderful, psychopath I call Mother.
However, tonight I have a story with Mother participating where she was actually not the cause of the anger, misunderstandings and intense bowel cramping.
Mother and my brother's wife are having a disagreement.
No, that isn't right.
They aren't communicating their pissed off attitude towards each other, rather they are sickening sweet as usual.
No, each is griping about the other to the rest of the family...
and friends, neighbors and the UPS guy.
My sister in law is accusing Mother of spoiling her step son, Mother's grandson. Now I haven't read every page of the Grandparent's Handbook but I am pretty sure spoiling of the grandkids is allowed if not mandatory.
SIL is ticked because the last time her son needed a haircut, Mother bribed him with a video game. Now my nephew is refusing to go with his step mother to get a haircut but is waiting until Grandma can take him so he can score some more loot..
I am so damn proud that he is learning the fine art of manipulation at a young age, a skill that will benefit him greatly in later life. That's my boy! But I digress...
Instead of my SIL telling the little shit to get in the G-d Damn car because they are going to Hair Cuttery, she is blaming Mother for the fact that she is too much of a wimp to parent.
It is so confusing actually taking Mother's side in a disagreement. I need to hang out with the woman for a day so she can do something fucked up and right my world.
Posted by Christine at 11:45 PM