Being at home is different.
Since I stayed at school over Spring Break, I've not been at home since January and I'm still making the adjustment. I don't quite remember how to do the thing where I'm someone's dependent. The car ride home is a crash course on Dad, but Mom's harder to get used to.
It doesn't help that they're both nuts, but in different ways.
Dad's the crazy where he says insane things [he makes up idioms daily] and tries to stay up watching tv but invariably passes out at quarter past midnight, but Mom's more the type to write Post-It note reminders about things she's reminded you of 5,000 times already and get really mad when you ask her what's for dinner before 5pm.
My Bro's coming home tomorrow, so that'll be fun. I think he got an internship up near his school, though, so he won't be home for the whole summer, which sucks.
It's Mother's Day today.
I got a card for my Mom and left it out on the table last night knowing I wouldn't be awake until 2 in the afternoon and figuring she'd like it in the morning. I saw her a couple times after I woke up, but wasn't sure if we were doing something special for dinner [we didn't] or if she had gotten the card [she did], and I didn't know if there was a moment where I should have said "Happy Mother's Day." I'm not very good at Mother's Day. She just now stuck her head in to give me a Post-It about an appointment that she's already reminded me about 5,000 times already and I asked her if she had gotten the card. She said she had, and I said, "Oh, ok. Um...Good."
She left, not closing the door all the way [she closes it so that it's shut but the latch thinger isn't in the hole part, so it hasn't clicked, and it drives me fucking INSANE. It was worse when my bed was still lofted, because I'd have to climb down a ladder to shut my door, because I can't leave it NOT shut all the way, because I don't get why, if you're gonna close a door, you don't just put a tiny little bit more shoulder into it and shut it all the goddamned way] [...I used to talk about the door thing a lot with my therapist.] and that should be the end of it, but I'm guessing that in a half hour or so my Dad's going to come up and give me a talking-to for not actually saying "Happy Mother's Day" and I'll be all, "Well I got her a card," and he'll be like, "Yeah, at least you got her a card," and then I'll stutter for a bit and glare at the wall and that'll be that.
I wonder if/when I become a Mom, if I'll get all uppity about Mother's Day cards and the like.
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Dude, I'm scared of what I'd be like as a mom. Uy. Glad to see I'm not the only one who ended up in therapy at any point!
haaaaa
the door click thingy tickled me. It does seem insane not to close it but I suspect she has some logical reason for it.
All parents are nuts, but they weren't until they had kids. You'll see.
You didn't wake up to make her breakfast? Tsk Tsk ( haha I'm kidding)
mine was in Aruba with her sis and friends, so I told her: ooh your going to be weekend-ing in aruba/ no gift then sorry.
I must say tho, mothersday is something I'm good at, extravagant gifts ,breakfast and all I go all out haha, but that because I'm nuts when it comes to putting up " celebrations"
But I totally get what you mean, this is exactly what being home felt like for me. It was beyond weird.
Life with the parental units can take readjusting to. I always had summer school so I never had to endure for a long period. Stay strong!!
I managed to avoid going back after my last summer at home, also after sophomore year. But it wasn't easy moneywise. Its nice to have a rent-free place with Mom's homecooking - you just have to put up the the crap that comes with it.
Someday you'll look back and realize how easy you had it at home. But its not easy at the time - freedom calls. Good luck...
I IMed you this...but the door not clicking drives me insane too. I used to tell my mom this all the time, ever since I was little. and now she's acclimated to my OCD and closes the door until it snaps shut. as for the rest of things...my mom falls asleep in front of the tv, but instead of it being quarter past midnight, it's usually 10:30. or 11. at the latest. it can really range anywhere from 8:00-11:00. but yes. enough about me.
when you become a mom, I don't know how you'll feel about mother's day cards, etc, but I do know how you'll be when your daughter needs to talk about something serious that you're unsure of how to talk about...
"have some cookies."
"but I don't want them..."
"here, take them, go."
You will become your parents. You can't avoid it. It happens when you least suspect it. One day you'll be dozing off watching TV and leaving post-it notes on the fridge, and you'll be like, "Holy Shit! Kenneth was right!"
tf: who hasn't landed in therapy at some point? i think i'll be ok as a mom, but other times i think...shit
sage: i've asked her and it's just the way she shuts doors. it's illogical to not shut a door all the way, therefore she is illogical and so is her door thing.
pink: if i wasn't so terrified of the 'real world' i'd get an apartment and move out!
mnwhr: if things go as they usually do over breaks, this blog will turn into a log of my slow decline into insanity. stay tuned
blackdog: my mom's a shit cook; i feel terrible for saying it, but i miss cafeteria food when i'm home! getting my own place would be prime, but i'm so not ready for it
ta: my dad does the door thing, too! i'm not sure if it was just a fluke or what but he did it tonight and i screamed in my head. but yeah. take some cookies.
dr ken: she doesn't post the post-its, she writes a post-it and then hands it to me...but anyway, when i'm at that point in my life i'll think my kids are insane, so it'll work out
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