It's time I went home.
Father is in France for two weeks at a conference. Sis just overcame a bout of the flu, which Mother and Bro now have. Before being sick, Mother went (in the direct words of my dearest Sis, who may grow up to be a stand-up comedian if her brains and musical genius don't take her anywhere, which is unlikely because that kid has talent) on her classic "Yeah i take care of y'all, and i need to take care of myself more, and i wish i could go back 50 years, and start my life over and (add glare here) I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TODAY THAT I WANTED TO DO (really glare at person as if it was their fault). AND STOP DOING YOUR HOMEWORK YOUNG LADY, AND STOP MULTI-TASKING. AND GO SET THE TABLE AND DO EVERYTHING THAT I DIDN'T DO WHILE YOU'RE AT IT. Oh, also stay here and listen to me whine about my miserable life, and how i think that people hate me because i'm different, and let's turn everything anybody talks about that was meant in a joking manner into a 50 hour speech about how it was an example of miscommunication and how it is really sad, and how it shouldn't be funny, and how France is so much better than the rest STOP ROLLING YOUR EYES AND SIGHING AND LISTENING TO ME. Oh i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to tell it to you, it's not your problem that my life sucks and that i need to take care of y'all, and i need to take care of myself more, and i wish i could go back 50 years, and start my life over and (add glare here) I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TODAY THAT I WANTED TO DO (really glare at person as if it was their fault). AND STOP DOING YOUR HOMEWORK YOUNG LADY, AND STOP MULTI-TASKING. AND GO SET THE TABLE AND DO EVERYTHING THAT I DIDN'T DO WHILE YOU'RE AT IT. Oh, also stay here and listen to me whine about my miserable life, and how i think that people hate me because i'm different, and let's turn everything anybody talks about that was meant in a joking manner into a 50 hour speech about how it was an example of miscommunication and how it is really sad, and how it shouldn't be funny, and how France is so much better than the rest STOP ROLLING YOUR EYES AND SIGHING AND LISTENING TO ME. Oh i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to tell it to you, it's not your problem that my life sucks and that i need to take care of y'all, and i need to take care of myself more, and i wish i could go back 50 years, and start my life over and (add glare here) I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TODAY THAT I WANTED TO DO (really glare at person as if it was their fault). AND STOP DOING YOUR HOMEWORK YOUNG LADY, AND STOP MULTI-TASKING. AND GO SET THE TABLE AND DO EVERYTHING THAT I DIDN'T DO WHILE YOU'RE AT IT. Oh, also stay here and listen to me whine about my miserable life, and how i think that people hate me because i'm different, and let's turn everything anybody talks about that was meant in a joking manner into a 50 hour speech about how it was an example of miscommunication and how it is really sad, and how it shouldn't be funny, and how France is so much better than the rest STOP ROLLING YOUR EYES AND SIGHING AND LISTENING TO ME. Oh i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to tell it to you, it's not your problem that my life sucks and that everybody hates me..." (continues into indistinct mumbling and whining...) speech. Except in French and grammatically correct. (If you must know, this is pretty much word for word what Mother dearest says. Over and over again. Every other day.)
So, I'm going to go home this weekend, play doctor a bit, cook up some yummy food they won't eat anyway (I remember having the flu when I was eight or so, I wouldn't even eat the seven different kinds of pasta Mother had arranged into a flower on my plate, or even chestnut spread with sour cream... That's saying something!), talk to Sis and cheer her up a bit, and possibly maybe study a bit for my Genetics test on Monday.
Father is in France for two weeks at a conference. Sis just overcame a bout of the flu, which Mother and Bro now have. Before being sick, Mother went (in the direct words of my dearest Sis, who may grow up to be a stand-up comedian if her brains and musical genius don't take her anywhere, which is unlikely because that kid has talent) on her classic "Yeah i take care of y'all, and i need to take care of myself more, and i wish i could go back 50 years, and start my life over and (add glare here) I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TODAY THAT I WANTED TO DO (really glare at person as if it was their fault). AND STOP DOING YOUR HOMEWORK YOUNG LADY, AND STOP MULTI-TASKING. AND GO SET THE TABLE AND DO EVERYTHING THAT I DIDN'T DO WHILE YOU'RE AT IT. Oh, also stay here and listen to me whine about my miserable life, and how i think that people hate me because i'm different, and let's turn everything anybody talks about that was meant in a joking manner into a 50 hour speech about how it was an example of miscommunication and how it is really sad, and how it shouldn't be funny, and how France is so much better than the rest STOP ROLLING YOUR EYES AND SIGHING AND LISTENING TO ME. Oh i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to tell it to you, it's not your problem that my life sucks and that i need to take care of y'all, and i need to take care of myself more, and i wish i could go back 50 years, and start my life over and (add glare here) I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TODAY THAT I WANTED TO DO (really glare at person as if it was their fault). AND STOP DOING YOUR HOMEWORK YOUNG LADY, AND STOP MULTI-TASKING. AND GO SET THE TABLE AND DO EVERYTHING THAT I DIDN'T DO WHILE YOU'RE AT IT. Oh, also stay here and listen to me whine about my miserable life, and how i think that people hate me because i'm different, and let's turn everything anybody talks about that was meant in a joking manner into a 50 hour speech about how it was an example of miscommunication and how it is really sad, and how it shouldn't be funny, and how France is so much better than the rest STOP ROLLING YOUR EYES AND SIGHING AND LISTENING TO ME. Oh i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to tell it to you, it's not your problem that my life sucks and that i need to take care of y'all, and i need to take care of myself more, and i wish i could go back 50 years, and start my life over and (add glare here) I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TODAY THAT I WANTED TO DO (really glare at person as if it was their fault). AND STOP DOING YOUR HOMEWORK YOUNG LADY, AND STOP MULTI-TASKING. AND GO SET THE TABLE AND DO EVERYTHING THAT I DIDN'T DO WHILE YOU'RE AT IT. Oh, also stay here and listen to me whine about my miserable life, and how i think that people hate me because i'm different, and let's turn everything anybody talks about that was meant in a joking manner into a 50 hour speech about how it was an example of miscommunication and how it is really sad, and how it shouldn't be funny, and how France is so much better than the rest STOP ROLLING YOUR EYES AND SIGHING AND LISTENING TO ME. Oh i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to tell it to you, it's not your problem that my life sucks and that everybody hates me..." (continues into indistinct mumbling and whining...) speech. Except in French and grammatically correct. (If you must know, this is pretty much word for word what Mother dearest says. Over and over again. Every other day.)
So, I'm going to go home this weekend, play doctor a bit, cook up some yummy food they won't eat anyway (I remember having the flu when I was eight or so, I wouldn't even eat the seven different kinds of pasta Mother had arranged into a flower on my plate, or even chestnut spread with sour cream... That's saying something!), talk to Sis and cheer her up a bit, and possibly maybe study a bit for my Genetics test on Monday.
2 comments:
'Every other day'? I wonder what she says on the alternate days. I assume your Mother doesn't read your blog! It sounds, too, as though your Mother is a talented person who has never realised her potential. Sounds, too, as though under your gruffish exterior there beats a warm and tender caring heart. As my elder son used to say 'It's a funny old world, Dad'.
Have just caught myself about to say 'when you are older and a mother and...you might understand'... but that's so motherly and bad of me! Truth is, I thought of my mother in exactly the same way - and now it's my turn, and my daughter thinks of me as you think of yours... What goes around, comes around (and strangely enough it happens despite you and despite all your 'fulfilments' and achievements...)...
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