My mom was suppose to come over today to watch a movie. I try to do that with her about once a month. It is an activity we can do together and I think she enjoys it. She picked the movie this month and she wants to watch a Woody Allen movie. I do not like Woody Allen. I don't think his movies are funny. I don't like to support that creepy pervert who married his own kid. And though I couldn't say this to my mom, he kind of reminds me of the douchehole she had an affair with years ago. No matter how much I tried to talk her out of it, she wouldn't pick a different movie. Anyways, Mom rescheduled the movie for tomorrow because she was too tired after work today. So I have that to look forward to tomorrow.
I was also disgruntled that the day we had my sister's birthday dinner, we had to invite my mom. We are trying to break her of coming over every time we have The Nephew here because for some unknown reason she won't ask my brother for time with him. She just waits until we have him and then she comes over and wants his attention. And of course when he is at our house, he only wants the attention of myself or my sister. Part of the problem there being that my mom won't engage in any play with him. I don't know how this woman worked with kids for so many years if she doesn't know how to act silly and relax a little. So when my sister was like, "I guess if they are all staying for dinner, we have to call Mom too. She'll be pissed if she finds out we all had dinner without her," and I was like, "So now that she lives across the street, we can't have dinner with our brother without having to invite her too?" I was just very put-out.
I think the real problem here is that I have been really upset with her lately because when she broke her arm a few weeks ago, the ER sent her home with Oxycodone. She calls me up and says, "They gave me Oxycodone. I don't know how strong this stuff is. Have you ever taken any Oxycodone?"
I am not even kidding. My mother actually asked me if I had ever taken Oxy. I didn't even know what to say. I said, "Did you just ask me if I have ever taken Oxy?" and she says, "Yes. Why? Have you?"
For those just joining the group, I had a nasty little problem wtih pain pills and Oxy was my posion of choice.
I don't even know what to think about my mother asking me that. We talked about it when I first stopped taking pills. We've talked about it since, how careful I have to be about pain control because I can't take anything stronger than over-the-counter stuff now. When my mom started taking muscle relaxers she asked me about those and I explained that I couldn't tell her what they would do by themselves, because I used to take them with handfuls of Oxy.
I mean, does she just never listen to the actual words coming out of my mouth?
I was telling this story to my cousin and he was like, "Uh, she asked you if you have ever taken any Oxy? Dude, that's like asking if you've ever had a drink of water. What the hell?"
It's like she is so self-involved that anything that doesn't directly pertain to her, isn't worth thinking about. If I were a vampire or a secret agent, it wouldn't really be that hard to hide it from my mom after all.
That was very ranty. But I am going to post kissing-fic later, so hopefully that will make up for the all the venting.