Lily=Baby Perfection. So tiny and wee and, gah!

(btw - we have one of those fleece blankets with the tie edges and it's awesome!! Our's also Winnie the Pooh on it!)

Your mom wants to control you, that's clear. And it sounds like she's willing to bulldoze your wishes to try to do that. Something I learned from my therapist many years ago, which still helps me a lot in times of crisis is that you can't control your feelings, but you can control your actions. I spent up until my mid-30s trying to "fix" my feelings when dealing with my parents' drinking or my ex-husband or whatever, and it did nothing. She allowed me to realize that there was nothing wrong with my feelings--there was nothing wrong with feeling guilty or worried or hurt (or whatever the button-pusher was going for) and that feelings are by nature irrational and cannot be controlled. However, actions are choices, and once you honor your feelings, you are free to act in whatever way works best for you. Back before my mom stopped drinking she would say stuff like "I feel like killing myself when you kids aren't around." which would make me furious and guilty and not want to leave and all sorts of stuff, and I spent years trying not to feel furious and guilty and whatever and failing miserably. Once I let myself feel whatever I was feeling, and realized I could then behave in whatever way I wanted to, it was amazing.

So you can FEEL like not unpacking to spite your mom, which is a normal response to her nagging, but you can then choose to ACT in whatever way is best for you--whether unpacking or draping a scarf or painting the boxes day-glo orange.

This may be obvious to most people, but it wasn't to me, and learning it freed me up to be less controlled by the people around me, which I really needed.

It wasn't obvious to me, and I still need reminding now and again.

Did anyone watch Reefer Madness on Showtime? I have it TiFaux'd and I can't decide if I want to watch it today.

It wasn't obvious to me, and I still need reminding now and again.

Deena is me.

(eta: haven't seen Reefer Madness but I've heard great things)

Did anyone watch Reefer Madness on Showtime?

I did. Alibelle and I have both talked about it some over in Movies if you want to search, but our basic consensus was: really funny, catchy tunes, totally worth the time. Especially if you're stoned, though I'm the only one of us to test that theory, I think.

Kristen Bell is way hot in it.

Yay! I shall watch! After I catch up on the OC, and if my Netflix movies don't come, that is. I've got a tearjerker in the queue, and I'm doing laundry. I've got a strange instance of Secret Single Behavior where I sit in the middle of the living room floor, surrounded by laundry to fold, put on a sad movie, and cry and cry. It makes no sense, I know.

That sounds great, Lilty! What does making sense have to do with doing laundry?

UGH. I should never have entered the house buying process when my work schedule is so fucking inflexible. I know that things get pushed back, and fucked up, and delayed. So why did I do this when I can't really swing it at work?

Long story short, no one has been able to get their heads out of their asses to get a contractor to give an estimate on the patch & point on the foundation. Even though it was agreed that was the plan of action on SUNDAY. For a FRIDAY P&S. I fucking swear. The only way to get things done right is to do them yourself. Unfortunately, doing too much stuff is about to put me in a padded cell. But JESUS.

So, I am currently listening to a fax come through to extend the P&S to Monday. I have no idea how that will affect my work day, and I'm having an anxiety attack about it.

That behavior sounds like fun.

I have equally weird behavior. Every Saturday, I clean my room to the new episode of Joan of Arcadia. It's become tradition, since I just get annoyed and pine for last season if I don't do something while watching. The only problem? My room got hideously messy during the Joan hiatus.