Friday!

It's Friday the 13th, everyone freak out!

Ha. 

I don't have a lot to write today, although I realized something in my weekly interaction with my mom. I might be getting a little better at brushing her off. Our interaction went as usual: She asked me to do something (in front of someone) and I said no. I don't like gift shopping at the mall during the holiday season, and besides, I'm ordering everything online this year.  She always asks me to go shopping, and I don't  "shop" anymore. Any shopping I need to do at the mall happens over my lunch hour, and since I've been using Stitch Fix, I don't go shopping for myself.  Every time she asks, I say no, and in the past I've felt guilty because: She's just trying to connect! She wants to spend time with me!  I don't feel guilty about refusing her this time. It may seem cold and cruel for me to be blowing her off all the time, but this is where I stand:  Twice this year, she has randomly shown up to an activity that I was doing with NO warning. No, "hey, we'd like to come see you after the Elephant Rock", just a text when they were there tellilng me they were at the finish line. No, "Hey, we'd love to watch the kids for you while you ride the century ride, and we'll bring them up to meet you at the finish line", again a text telling me they were hanging out at the finish line and looking for S. Meanwhile, my kids were at the other grandparents house an hour and half away, and S and I had to drive down to get them after the ride. 

So, yeah, I'm less inclined to do anything with her besides be civil, because she has all the control. I'm supposed to jump up and down for joy when she last-minute decides to support me because it's convenient for her schedule that day?

No.

NaBloPoMo November 2015