Last night involved a very hard and in-depth chat with the Fella, which no doubt will make it into a blog when all decisions are final, and I've calmed the raging emotions. Though while I touch on the subject I would like to say: 'Peanut, any decisions we make are what we genuinely believe will give you the best possible life. We both love you very much' Moving on....
I can only say it moved from the sublime to the ridiculous. Having got off the phone, I shooed the rabbits off the bed, and in Caramel's case off my head, and settled down for my nightly sleep attempt. It basically goes toss and turn to find a position which makes neither my boobs, back or belly ache, start to doze off get up to pee, rinse and repeat as the shampoo says. Just as I got to a doze my phone rang, it was the Fella. Turns out Mummy-Dear's getting even odder than usual. She's attempting to join the technological revolution and has put some photo's online then e-mailed the Fella to 'check out my pic's'. OK. There were a few categories 'Friends', 'My Jewelry' (she's decided she can make her own, I'm reserving judgement) and 'Family'. The Fella took a token glance through knowing she'd ask and was taken with a sudden urge to phone me when a picture of me at Christmas 2004 was in the middle of the family album. Not a group shot, not a shot of me and the Fella, just me! God knows how she got me to stay still I hate photo's, I appear to be drinking larger and as it was Christmas day at the Fella family I can only assume I was drinking anything that came to reach to survive.
It still begs the question, what the hell am I doing in the 'Family' album? She remains ignorant of the existence of the Peanut, and I've so far managed to hide in cupboards until the danger passes when the Fella suggests I go to visit with him. Is it some new form of psychological warfare? Has she finally mellowed? Or has she just accepted that she can't get rid of me? I guess we must agree on one thing; 'Thank God for friends, 'cos you don't get to pick your family!'
Is it possible the news has gotten to her?
ReplyDeleteMy Mom in Law had this uncanny way of knowing the "news" before anyone ever told her. So aggravating. I thought it was just me. But it has just happened to my sis in law as well.
As in:
" You were acting so irrationally yesterday, I have never seen you so nasty. When was your last period."
Funny how the ones with the great Mums, are never the ones we...you know, love.
Maybe she's just trying.