It wasn't pretty. It's been building up for some time.
Miss T had been invited to go ice skating - she's always wanted to go. I told her she would need a bath first etc.
"What do I wear?"
Jeans of course, in case she falls, plus it's cold.
She comes out with thin long cotton pants.
I SAID JEANS!
Then it was "will you dry my hair?".
She didn't like the way I was doing it and copped an attitude.
I'd had enough. Between Tom's mess and her whining......
In my meanest Mommy voice I said "I've had it! I'm tired of all of you people yelling ME ME ME....help ME, fix ME."
"WHEN IS IT TIME FOR ME TO HAVE ME TIME????"
Tom tried to get out the back door and I said "Oh no...you come back in and hear me out too!"
It was on!
Basically I was sick and tired of being the only person they depend on. He's 56....tired of him acting like a 10 year old. She's almost 12. A kid I can understand and I'm not griping about brushing her hair etc, cause God knows I'll miss that one day.
I'm griping about:
1) What do I wear? No I don't like that.
2) Where are my ______?
3) How am I going to afford this trip to court? (How did you afford the drinks that got you there in the first place?)
4) How am I going to pay an attorney? (See answer above)
5) What's for dinner? (Excuse me? Tom is home all day)
6) Are you coming to the studio after work? (Can't I go home and be alone or check emails or .......?)
OK so it's typical mother/wife stuff but dammit!
I put my tennis shoes in the car last Monday, I was going to walk.......the intentions were good at least.
I have a nail that cracked and they all need to be filled.....still.
I have a house full of chores to do.
I ran away. I told them DO NOT CALL ME UNLESS SOMETHING IS BROKEN OR LEAKING! I ran away at 1pm to Cindilouwho's house with a 6 pack of Mick Ultra........planned to show her some photo stuff and then hit the beach for solitude.
As soon as I'd gotten there my mom called......Miss T had called her crying saying "tell my Mommy....." and I said "well tell my daughter...."
Cindilouwho fixed us Quesadilla's and we talked and talked and I cleaned up her computer. At 7:30 I was on my way home. Never made it over to the beach.
In the meantime, bout 2 hours later, Miss T called me....."where are you?" and "I'm sorry.......... can I have $20?"