Hi.
I'm ... not doing so well. I'm OK, no emergency or anything, just mentally not great.
I saw something once that said, "Of course your mother knows how to push your buttons. She's the one that installed them." That definitely applies right now.
I went to Trader Joe's to get stuff for dinner. There are about five or six frozen or refrigerated things they have there that I like. None of them were in stock. I'm not really up for cooking, and I know that trying something new is not going to go well tonight, so I got some chips and guacamole for dinner. (And please, no criticism of my dinner choices -- criticism of food choices is what started this whole thing in the first place.)
How could I criticize chips & guac when I'm having chips and pumpkin cream cheese for dinner?
Hil, that sounds like a perfectly acceptable dinner on a night when you're feeling lousy. I'm sorry your mother was pushing your buttons.
I was feeling lousy today. I ended up taking a long nap and having a box of Trader Joe's mac & cheese for lunch. No gym today, maybe tomorrow. TCG is making dinner, which luckily for both of is leftovers that just need to be heated.
Last night my dinner was a coke and corn chex (ETA: plain from the box, not with milk or anything). I think you're fine.
Last night my dinner was a coke and corn chex (ETA: plain from the box, not with milk or anything).
That wasn't the explanation I was looking for. Was the Corn Chex
in
the Coke?
(I'm probably going to delete at least some of that soon.)
No, they were separate. I drank the coke, and ate the chex by handfuls from the box, because I was too lazy to cook anything.
For lunch today I ate my roommate's ravioli. She had offered them last night but I was too lazy. Now I have to buy her some more
ETA: oh jeez, Hil, that's annoying. Reminds me a bit of Tom's issue the other day.
Hil, that sounds incredibly frustrating. I'm sorry your mom wasn't able to hear and acknowledge the things you were saying. Ugh.
Maybe your mother is trying to reconcile how she may have hurt you both and the minor shit is her start to recognizing the more serious stuff?
One can hope.