Showing posts with label mom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mom. Show all posts

16 November 2013

abusive behavior

Just random. I had a good friend tell me that my mom is abusive to me, verbally and mentally. It caught me off guard. I guess I never really thought about it. I guess she is but since I've lived this way for so long that I don't see anything wrong. Just goes to show how people get so comfortable with what is going in around them that they don't really know what's "right" or "wrong".

The more I think about it, the more I see her point. My mom treats me like I'm 20, she still tells me what to do, she lays guilt trips on me, and other stuff.

I don't know if I will ever find a happy point with her because  with everything I've done, I don't think she's ever said "good job" or "congratulations". Other people seem to come before family.

This whole conversation has me know thinking...

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13 November 2013

ugh

When I'm tired, I'm crabby. When I'm cold, I'm crabby. When I'm late, I get crabby. When I have to wait, I'm crabby. When he raises his voice, I get crabby.

And, like the saying goes... "when momma ain't happy, no one is happy"... too bad people just don't get it!!!

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01 October 2012

another day...

I got to the gym tonight. I walked at break. I watched my food. I know what I need to do and how to do it. Problem is keeping on track. My son struggles, but he doesn't seem to comprehend. It hurts me to see him struggle, but many time NOT help himself.
I guess I need to take it to extremes.... Gotta do what I've gotta do... I'm a mom....

12 May 2012

banquet

Went to a banquet tonight. Didn't want to go but no choice.

I chose my salad (which I would have been fine with...) But I had rice with some beef (but not enough according to others). I went to the table and eat.

Mom growled that she thought I was hungry... And I hadn't eaten all my beef.

First... I was working on my salad (which would have been fine except mom paid for dinner) and the beef was salty (although she swears it wasn't).

I just wanted to come home...

I then was handed a square of cheesecake.


Oh please! Grrrrr. I ate part of the chocolate off the top, the raspberry gel and a few bites of the cheesecake. Too rich. Done.

I finally came home.... Feeling absolutely miserable and gross! I so do not want to so that again!

23 January 2012

My mom - like having another child

In 2007, my mom had hip surgery. She has a heart arythmia and she is on blood thinners, along with high cholesterol... and I am part of all this, thanks to the wonder family gene pool.

Anyway... she went in for a test today and her doctor just called. Her blood count is way off. Anyway, she obviously has not paid attention to her "what not to eat" which just goes to show that we all get too comfortable with our routines and habits and tend to "forget" what we need to remember. Apparently, 3 salads a day will fuck with the blood thinner. Hello? Even I knew that... apparently she "forgot", until I reminded her that the bad mix can cause blood clots, stroke, etc.

The color left her face. I have a hard enough time keeping track of myself, why do I need to watch an 80-year old who acts like she knows it all???

AARRGGHH!!!!


16 January 2012

Take The Pledge Campaign

The Mom Pledge is about women standing up, speaking out, and coming together to eradicate online bullying among moms. The time has come for us to take the power back and own this issue.


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The Mom Pledge


I am a proud to be a mom. I will conduct myself with integrity in all my online activities. I can lead by example.

I pledge to treat my fellow moms with respect. I will acknowledge that there is no one, "right" way to be a good Mom. Each woman makes the choices best for her family.

I believe a healthy dialogue on important issues is a good thing. I will welcome differing opinions when offered in a respectful, non-judgmental manner. And will treat those who do so in kind.

I stand up against cyber bullying. My online space reflects who I am and what I believe in. I will not tolerate comments that are defamatory, hateful or threatening.

I refuse to give those who attack a platform. I will remove their remarks with no mention or response. I can take control.

I want to see moms work together to build one another up, not tear each other down. Words can be used as weapons. I will not engage in that behavior.

I affirm that we are a community. As a member, I will strive to foster goodwill among moms. Together, we can make a difference.

I have taken the Mom Pledge and placed the button on my sidebar. It is important, that as moms, we set good examples and treat those around us, with respect. We all come from different backgrounds and religions. We have different situation and beliefs. It is important that we respect each other's opinions, no matter how different from our own. We need to act like responsible, respectable moms.

07 December 2011

Eating

My mom has been on my case... like last night, I didn't feel up to eating. I just was not in the mood for meatloaf. I don't have anything against it - I just wasn't hungry. She asked me "are you on a diet AGAIN? you aren't eating." She had THAT TONE in her voice... Whatever! I ate my baked potato... and part of the meatloaf. The way she asked the question, she implied that I am always on a diet. I am NOT, but I will not argue with her. I try to watch what I eat and I hate eating and feeling miserable. I hate it when I feel bloated. I hate it when my clothes are uncomfortable. Trust me, if I was on a diet... she would probably be the first to know... and then I would still catch hell! If people would just worry about themselves and not others, it would be great. And by the way Mom... it's not the bag of jellybeans that made you gain 10 pounds... it's the bag of chocolate candy in your drawer and the rest of the junk you eat while laying in bed at night... Hmpf. Go Figure!!!!


30 November 2011




Stacy and Clinton - I can't help but love them.
Last night was no different. I was flipping through channels because there was NOTHING on! I found WNTW and was stuck. The episode I caught was about a mom who was so busy doing everything for everyone else, that she did not take the time or effort to do something for herself. Some of her outfits, and many of her reasons and statements hit notes within me. I understand how she felt and understood why she did what she did... I find myself doing the same thing. I can only feel better, knowing that I am not alone, especially with the mom thing, and the esteem thing, and the busy thing, and the not taking time for me thing. I watched all the rest of the episodes. They touched something in me.

25 October 2011

long week

Going on vacation - first in over a decade. Never had the money or justification. Now I want my child to have fun and good memories, and I want to be happy. Too bad I feel like hell, am stressed, and hate the world. I want my son to be proud of me. Will that ever happen?
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17 October 2011

What ‘cha doin’?


Ok, so that is a routine question in my house… and it is not primarily from Phineas and Ferb… it is from my son – a teenager with obsessive tendencies. He has to be in the middle of things and can hear a conversation from across the room, but can’t seem to hear me from across the kitchen table when I ask him to use his fork, not his fingers, or to use his napkin, not his pants.
I spend all day at work, trying to get things down on the computer and answering the phone. I get enough interruptions and distractions. The last thing I want to do is come up, with good intentions of going on the computer and accomplishing something other than work, school, or church. I used to have a social life, I used to facebook, I used to tweet, I used to blog, but lately, distractions keep me sidetracked. I love my child, but it really bugs me when I am trying to do something and he is continually coming in and asking “What ‘cha doin’?” Or, even worse, stands over my shoulder to see what I am doing. I know that if I did that to him, he would flip a gasket! And when it isn’t him, it’s Grandma. Yes, she does the same thing. She has no clue on computers or the internet, but standing over my shoulder is her part-time job apparently.
Sometimes, I even wonder if the cats have the same thoughts? Especially as they stand on top of me and stare down at me, with that “look” on their face.  Can you imagine your cat staring down at you and suddenly saying “What ‘cha doin’?” Yep, I can!!!! (If you knew my cats, you would think so too.)
Why can’t a girl get some time alone? Oh yea, trust me, even the bathroom is not a sacred place… no one needs it until I am in there, nor does anyone want to talk to me until that same time. Maybe that is why the cats hang in the bathroom with me when I’m getting dressed or taking a bath? For the seclusion? Who knows… maybe.

14 January 2010

Protector

My child is my life. I love him and I will protect him to the ends of the earth.
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