Thursday, November 03, 2005
my Mother-in-Law
Yes, the inevitibale happenned; Trudi and her second husband John moved into our little house while she was between houses. She sold her house for a hansom provit and bought a house next to my cousin Randy for less. When Donna told me she was staying there was no argument, no discussion; she was staying. We cleaned the house, we moved things out of the middle bedroom for her. I went a day in advance half way to pick up their belongings and stuff them into my new car. Some things looked like they were fifty years old.
I put the things in the basement up to protect them from any possible water damage, but when they moved in they insisted on my carrying up most of the items to their bedroom or worse, to the main floor to be accessed whenever they needed them. The house began to look lived in; overly.
"Mom" I found out is a picky person. She needs not one, but two wedges of lemon, not lime, in her iced water for every meal. "I don't drink coffee after breakfast, but I do want Earl Grey decaffinated, not before the meal but during."
Mercifully, they both retreat to their room and read while I prepare the evening meal and catch up on some serious alcohol intake. Then they come down to be served. John always likes what we make and helps with the carrying the dishes to the kitchen; Mom, on the other hand could not be bothered. She is here to be served.
After supper it is "Jeapardy" and "Everybody Loves Raymond" and nothing else is permitted. I leave the room. I have begun to practice the piano, read, write e-mail, etc. during this time. It is a long time before bed, so I usually cave in about nine PM. That way I can get up at 5 AM and read, write, or do whatever I what. Their closing on the new house is this Monday and they leave on Sunday, so I only have to hold out for three more days.
It's not that they are here. It's not that our grocery bill has gone up 100%, it's the fact that nothing is good enough and that she demands ever increasing details to make her happy. I wonder where Donna got the idea that other people are here on earth to make her happy and that they do a lousy job of it???
I put the things in the basement up to protect them from any possible water damage, but when they moved in they insisted on my carrying up most of the items to their bedroom or worse, to the main floor to be accessed whenever they needed them. The house began to look lived in; overly.
"Mom" I found out is a picky person. She needs not one, but two wedges of lemon, not lime, in her iced water for every meal. "I don't drink coffee after breakfast, but I do want Earl Grey decaffinated, not before the meal but during."
Mercifully, they both retreat to their room and read while I prepare the evening meal and catch up on some serious alcohol intake. Then they come down to be served. John always likes what we make and helps with the carrying the dishes to the kitchen; Mom, on the other hand could not be bothered. She is here to be served.
After supper it is "Jeapardy" and "Everybody Loves Raymond" and nothing else is permitted. I leave the room. I have begun to practice the piano, read, write e-mail, etc. during this time. It is a long time before bed, so I usually cave in about nine PM. That way I can get up at 5 AM and read, write, or do whatever I what. Their closing on the new house is this Monday and they leave on Sunday, so I only have to hold out for three more days.
It's not that they are here. It's not that our grocery bill has gone up 100%, it's the fact that nothing is good enough and that she demands ever increasing details to make her happy. I wonder where Donna got the idea that other people are here on earth to make her happy and that they do a lousy job of it???
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