vw!!! Where have you been hiding?

At work.

ETA: And helping my parents get ready to move. I probably shouldn't be here right now, as *I* should be getting ready to move, but...there you have it.

But after a while, I realized that even though she was pissed, my mom didn't stop talking to me forever,

Unfortunately, they always say they're going to stop talking to you, but they never do.

I urge others to set better boundaries than I have. I trek home every holiday, even though I dream of having my own Christmas. We spent so many years under siege that the relationship between my mother, sister and I is probably not particularly healthy.

Hi everyone.

I got my job applications sort of organized today. I need to talk to someone to find out how I'm supposed to organize the letter of recommendation -- for the online applications, the professor just has to submit it once and I attach it to whatever applications I want to attach it to, but I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do for the paper ones.

Matilda just came up to me with a bottle of nail polish.

"Daddy, I want red."
"I don't do fingernails. Mommy does that."
"Daddy, you need to be strong."
"Okay. But I'm not going to paint your fingernails."
"Daddy, you need to be a Mommy and help. Where's Shaun the Sheep?"

"Daddy, you need to be a Mommy and help. Where's Shaun the Sheep?"

I'm curious as to whether that was a complete non sequitur. Or does Shaun the Sheep usually help with nail polishing in your house?

BWAHAHAHAHA! *love*

I'm curious as to whether that was a complete non sequitur. Or does Shaun the Sheep usually help with nail polishing in your house?

She was looking for the Shaun magnet on the fridge.

She's been very quotable this week.

She had a little folk art crucifix from Guatemala with a painting of Christ on it.

She held it up to me and announced, "Jesus has a lot of toes."

(To which I replied, "Polydactyl Jesus to the rescue!" but she didn't seem to think that was funny.)

If it helps, remember while you talk that many of us (if not all) have been through it and are supporting you in email.

Thanks. Your support has meant a lot, and it did help me. If only in the sense that I knew I had to actually try saying something so I wouldn't be repeating the same story in here over and over.

My mom, incidentally, was more calm when she called later on, even though I could still hear my pissed-off dad in the background. The stuff I'm supposed to take back? ...My dad's pants. To take to my grandmother. To take to India. I don't even know. I guess they don't have pants in India. Also, there is apparently some other stuff for me or something. I told her most of the same stuff I'd told my dad, and she was a little snappish, expectedly. The last thing I said that I wasn't looking forward to coming home and getting yelled at. Silence for some time and then the usual hang-up.

They appear to have solved my problem in a typically passive-aggressive way, though. I didn't answer my phone twice: once because we were in a movie and once because I still wasn't sure what the plan was. She then proceeded to call my brother and tell him that they had gone to the hall for some event, leaving my sister at home. This means we can go and pick up the precious stuff (and I can see my sister again without having to see my parents again), and everyone wins. Mostly. We'll see what the fallout is like.