...and from close up, there is NOT.
Thank G-d Pesach only lasts for a week. If I had to deal with any more family-togetherness, in freaking MONTANA (read: with no viable means of contact with the outside world) for more than two weeks, I'd lose my mind. Very nearly have, but long solitary walks helped keep me somewhat sane.
I don't mind the Sibs so much; we get along pretty well most of the time, though we still know how to push each others' buttons when we want to. Nor, as I have explained, do I have much against Pa. It's mostly Ma, as usual. Ein chadash tachat ha-shemesh. Somehow, when I'm around her, I can never quite do anything right, up to and including keeping my temper in check. I don't generally outright argue, but I'll plead guilty to utilizing unpleasant facial expressions/nonverbal noises and muttering under my breath. I know, I know, not good, and I should be trying not to, kibud av v'em and all that...and I do try. I just don't succeed.
Somehow, I just can't put my finger on what it is about my mother that just gets to me. Partly it's the constant indirect criticism that does it (who wouldn't be driven crazy by that?), but even when she lays off a bit, something about being around her--especially for longer amounts of time--just seriously bothers me. And the fact that I'm seriously bothered by being around my own mother seriously bothers me. What kind of horrible daughter am I, that I can't abide being around my own mother?! So now, of course, aside from being irked by being in my mother's presence, I now have a guilt trip brought on by yours truly about it as well.
Still, it could have been far, far worse. So I'm going to shut up now and just thank G-d that I don't live at home.
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oooh..you don't live at home? is that the secret now! maybe I'd look into similar living quarters..(Montana. wowee girl. an adventure!)
Ugh. An adventure which I'll gladly forgo, thankyouverymuch. They'll never make a true city girl out of me--I need my grass and trees to survive--but I need people. And I need to be away from home, so if Montana is where home is, then I don't want to be there.
(P.S. Montana is a metaphor...see my first post.)
i'm with flor on this one, scraps.
'montana' monotony is my idea of paradise.
do they need a cow hand or s/t?
Sorry, no cows. Just cuz Ma and Pa live in Montana doesn't mean that they have a ranch. They're professhunals.* No time for milking and such.
We have a nice big lawn, though, if anyone lacks for summer plans...It's either take on a lawn-care person or buy a goat.
*Yes, I do know how to spell...
i think i know just the person...
Well, she'd better move fast, cuz she might have competition...
I'm here, I'm here. puff.. those hills are a killer.
I even lugged my own mower+entertainment system (courtesy of a sweet boychik'l here. the image i mean.)
Can you bring me back some grass-blade souvenirs from Monty? I've plumb forgotten what they look like. some fresh sunshine too? my thanks
Wow, you're fast. Ah, now I see, you're a lawn-mower by profession. I'll see what I can do for you. You free this summer?
Anyway, where the heck do you live that they don't have grass and sunshine? You gotta get out of there, girl.
i'm still arranging the adoption papers. yes'm i'm free.
not.
screwy office. but i'll come anyway
Criticism is horrid! Good luck! Come back to visit my blog.
flor--Ma and Pa can't afford to adopt another kid, they're still paying off tuition bills from the rest of us. But if you ask nicely they might give you free room and board in exchange for lawn-care services.
sw/fm--yes, criticism is horrid. I wholeheartedly agree.
oh, the papers were for another sweet family i was begging to be let into. but they won't let me mow their lawn in the summer cuz they won't be there :( and if there's grass in Monty I don't even need a roof or nuffin'.
That's stinky. What happened? They're going away or something?
There's lots of grass, but it rains a lot, and the mosquitos are fairly nasty. You might want roof over your head on occasion.
that's not the way i heard it...
neh, i lived in a tent for a summer (alright, only a month). mosquitos and i arranged a truce after a week of staying up playing sniper to the dive-bombing swarms of them.
say when. i'm priming the starter.
Check out various travel websites and such for flights. The sooner you book a ticket, the cheaper it'll be.
...Unless you were planning on tremping to Montana?
Oh, Scraps, shucks. I know I shouldn't be saying that, but you're lucky you've got a ma to be pissed at.
I didn't say that.
Or as in Flor's case, you're lucky not to live at home around the week.
In any case, I loved the title. Real Impressionistic streak there, eh?
(wha, I sure as heck live at home. oooh ya.)
Tomboy--you're right. Especially since a really good friend of mine went to her mother's funeral yesterday. About the title...words from some liberal-wacko-anti-war song from the early '90s...just struck me as appropriate to describe the situation. Nothing more.
Flor--I feel for ya. If I lived at home full-time, I'd be a basket case.
I'll take indirect criticism over my mother's brand any day ;)
Ayelet--true, it could certainly be worse. I met a friend's mother once, and I don't know how this friend is even close to sane, because her mother is CONSTANTLY criticizing her about every possible little thing. I know that if my mother was like that, I'd be a total basket case--I can barely handle how she is now, let alone if she was worse.
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