How my day started. It wasn't good.

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Before you read this, I want you to know it's ok to laugh. I'm laughing now. I just wasn't laughing THEN. It's one of those things thats funny NOW.

Last night my youngest daughter stayed with my mother. I felt a bit sick from some BBQ I ate (I bought it from a truck so I knew it might be questionable) but I told my daughter that I was going to bed and to call me if she needed me. I don't have minutes on my phone so I can't answer but it will ring and show the number and I'll be right there. I said only do it if it's an emergency, don't do it to get me to take up up to the store for something to drink or something. She said ok.

So I went to bed. I slept GREAT! I actually had one of the best nights sleep in a while. I was thoroughly enjoying it, I suppose, and then it happened. At 9am the phone rang. I reached over to slap the snooze button on the clock and it wouldn't slap and the noise kept on and then I remembered. OH GOD, THE PHONE! I grabbed it and looked and IT WAS HER NUMBER!

I jumped out of bed pulling underwear and sweats out of the drawers. I was going to dress, pee, then go over. Then it rang again! So I did not put on a bra nor did I pee or put on shoes I ran out the door and jumped in the van and flew over there. I ran into the house, breathless and said "Whats wrong?"

My mother looked at me like I was a nut and said "Nothing, why? What's wrong with you?" My daughter said "I didn't wake you up did I?" Now, what I didn't tell you was that when she called the second time, I forgot all about dressing and went over there with sweat pants and my nightgown on. Did she wake me up? No, I thought this might be a great new look that I should rock today.

I said hold on, I didn't pee. So I went to my mothers bathroom and they were trying to talk to me while I was in the bathroom so I kept having to yell I CANT HEAR YOU IM PEEING WAIT A F*CKING MINUTE PLEASE!

Here is what they wanted. My daughter wanted to go to Wal Mart for hair dye. My mother wanted me to go get her cigarettes.

I reminded my daughter about what we said about it being a real emergency, BECUASE I WOULD COME OVER AS SOON AS I GOT UP ANYWAY. She didnt think I was serious.

I told them both screw your hair dye, screw your cigarettes, I'll be back when I get my eyes open! So I came home and sat here all mad and drank coffee and mumbled mean things about them out loud to the dogs. I went back a few minutes ago, now that my eyes are open. My daughter is showering, my mother is calling the bank, they don't need me right now. I'll go back about 12 and take them where they need to go. I explained that even though it wasn't an emergency, I INTERPRETED IT AS ONE because of the PROTOCOL WE SET UP THE NIGHT BEFORE. My mother said "Well you didn't have to be so crazy about it". I said "You are so not the one to talk about crazy". I'll go back in an hour, they will be ready to go then.

Maybe I'll even treat them to BBQ for lunch.

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LOL, what does your nightgown top look like?

But now seriously, i hate these situations like hell when people don't understand, forget, or simply break the agreements. No way for me to handle spontaneous changes, they only make me testy. Enjoy your BBQ!

Most irritating when people won't obey clearly-described protocols.

OliveOilMom, do you have some polite way to express to your mother and daughter that what they did is the social equivalent of peeing their pants uncontrollably in public and then thinking it's no big deal? i.o.w. incontinence regarding responsibility?

To answer both of the above posts, it's a rayon silky light pink number circa 1962 from a second hand store because it's retro. One of those that come to the knees like our moms wore when we were kids (first poster is in his 50s the thing says, I'm almost 50) You know exactly the kind I'm talking about. Penny's used to sell them.

To the second poster, I obviously do not care about politeness nor does anybody in my family really. We aren't being mean it's just how we related to each other. We can say "Hey f*ck you" with love, really. We put the fun in dysfunctional.

Now get this. It got worse. After I got awake and went back over my daughters hair wasnt dry yet and my mother had put on the patch so she didnt want cigs. They said "come back at 1". So here is what happened.

I have two wolfdogs. The black and white one refuses to go out and pee like a normal dog. I did not feel like fighting with him and getting on my hands and knees to shove him out the door so I just left it open and went in the other room. He will go out that way sometimes. Well, it was 106 then according to the thermometer on the porch. That means it got kinda hot inside the house so I went in my oldest daughter and her fiance's room (they are out of town this weekend and she said I can go down there, but I do anyway to get the laundry and dishes and garbage) and laid on her bed under her window air conditioner.

I was just going to lay there for a minute or two and then get up and shut the door and go over to my moms. Next thing I knew it was 330 and I had napped. So I get up all in an adrenaline rush again, leave the back door wide open (that killer is still lose but the dogs have access to out back so I'm not worried, they would eat him or something) and flew back over. There was a note on the door from my younger daughter. They were at the ER. So I went there. Our local ER, the one a mile away not the decent ER thats 40 minutes away. I get there and my mother has her mouth all drawn up to look like a cats butt and isn't speaking to me. I told my daughter what happened and she said it's ok, I can see how that would happen, it's like a billion degrees, I'd nap too. My mother snapped at me "I had to get <son's dope ho baby mama's name> to come get us" and raised her eyebrows and looked at me in just the right way to piss me off. We were in the waiting room. I said in my normal voice, not a whisper, "Well its a good thing you got her. On Saturdays shes usually busy selling dope or blowing my son's friends" (that's so very true and a whole nother post but thats neither here nor there).

We did not speak for the rest of the day. She has bronchitis and a kidney infection. She also lied to the doctor and said she had been quit smoking for six months and I spoke up and said "nope, sshe quit in the hospital in Feb and again in March but finally really quit for almost a whole month last month" She hit me in the leg with her can and yelled "Just get out!" The doctor, being a real nice good ole boy himself and used to dealing with old ladies like that, said to me when he walked out and I was standing in the hall "You know how sometimes they just ain't all there at that age, don't let it get to you or nothing" (In this county, doctors do talk that way) I said "Then she ain't been all there for 48 years" He laughed and said "I feel ya, I seen a lot of them kind, but she's gone be ok, I'm giving her Cipro and also a steroid shot so you might wanna kindly stay away from her for the next few days, that steroid shots likely to get her dander up". So my daughter is staying with her.

Then we went to drop off her script. Then to McDonalds where she got even madder at me when she asked what I wanted and I said "Nothing, I'll get me something later" (with the intent to piss her off) and then back to CVS to get her meds then I took them to her house.

She's all sweet and fake nice and s**t to my daughter. They get along fine. She also does not criticize my daughters all black goth wear and black lipstick and multicolored hair or any of that. This is a good quality she has. She agrees with me that my daughter is beautiful. And she is. She rocks that look. But she's a horrible b***h to me (my mom not my daughter)

I have to go over soon and take my daughter to Wal Mart so she can buy groceries for my mother.

My mother has borderline personality disorder. At her funeral I so should have that Madonna song played, but then nobody would get it.

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