What's the likelihood of getting her to change her mind back?
(I'm guessing, since your mother sounds a lot like mine, not high, but I'm tossing it out there, just in case...)
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What's the likelihood of getting her to change her mind back?
(I'm guessing, since your mother sounds a lot like mine, not high, but I'm tossing it out there, just in case...)
It would be shitty of me to volunteer to make desserts so that she can't try to get me to come over and help wouldn't it?
Volunteering for the bits that are within your own preferences is a time-honored way of controlling the damage that others' plans can cause us. Go for it!
Matt. I'm so, so sorry. This is horrible. All the ~mas in the world for you and your family.
And "deserves a different post" post:
Happy birthday, Jilli! Woot!
Happy Birthday, Jilli!!!
It's almost a relief to have no elder relatives around to appease at holiday time, but it's also weird to be in the top tier of the living ancestral hierarchy. Sort of like the knot that holds several threads together has been cut off, and now the various branches are flailing around looking for commonality. The common bond of siblinghood isn't the same thing as all of us focusing on a parent.
I wonder if my sisters had the same "So now I'm an orphan" thought when our mother died. Which is a bit selfindulgently overdramatic for a 47-year-old who hadn't even spoken to her surviving parent in years.
Condolences to Matt and Bev.
Happy Birthday to Jilli!
And a round of salty snacks for my friends.
Volunteering for the bits that are within your own preferences is a time-honored way of controlling the damage that others' plans can cause us. Go for it!
yeah, I'd also live in fear of her frantic 11PM call.
Happy Birthday Jilli!!!
I wish you bats and cotton candy all year long.
I wonder if my sisters had the same "So now I'm an orphan" thought when our mother died. Which is a bit selfindulgently overdramatic for a 47-year-old who hadn't even spoken to her surviving parent in years.
nope, not overdramatic at all. Even if you don't talk to them, parents and your feelings (or lack thereof) for them hold tremendous sway over our lives.