Christmas tree
Every year my mother and I have this insanely idiotic argument about who is going to take down the Christmas tree and put all the decorations away.
Every year, it is MY idea to put the tree up; so it goes without saying that I would take down the Christmas tree as I see fit. I wasn't raised by wolves. I grasp the concept of 'putting things back where I took them from'.
But every year, without fail, she has to pester me continuously (even before Christmas is over, mind you) about taking down the damn fucking tree one way or another.
ie. today.
there I was minding my own business, reading a copy of Nicholas Spark's Last Song, when she started cleaning out the store room next to the Christmas tree for no apparent reason. She scolded me to keep the tree (at which I ignored her because I was reading) and then proceeded to nosily take out all the contents of the store room to rearrange it. You could almost hear the angry accusations she was dying to shout at me.
Honestly, I don't mind keeping the tree then and there. But my mother has got this temper and this attitude of always trying to get things her way; I thought it a good lesson to teach her that things DONT always go her way.
The woman has serious anger management issues. What started off as cleaning out the storeroom for no reason, ends up with her getting pissed off at every living thing within a twenty mile radius of her.
I'm supposed to be having a relaxing holiday at home, but it's always when I spent too much time at home when I get miffed at my mother and father; and become one of those picture perfect brats who don't appreciate their parents.
It's times like this I'd really look forward to moving out of the house in June. Living alone may suck, but I'd choose seeing my parents once in a while over all the time, in order to maintain a loving working relationship with my parents.
too much time spent with them = abuse and irritation.
gr.
Every year, it is MY idea to put the tree up; so it goes without saying that I would take down the Christmas tree as I see fit. I wasn't raised by wolves. I grasp the concept of 'putting things back where I took them from'.
But every year, without fail, she has to pester me continuously (even before Christmas is over, mind you) about taking down the damn fucking tree one way or another.
ie. today.
there I was minding my own business, reading a copy of Nicholas Spark's Last Song, when she started cleaning out the store room next to the Christmas tree for no apparent reason. She scolded me to keep the tree (at which I ignored her because I was reading) and then proceeded to nosily take out all the contents of the store room to rearrange it. You could almost hear the angry accusations she was dying to shout at me.
Honestly, I don't mind keeping the tree then and there. But my mother has got this temper and this attitude of always trying to get things her way; I thought it a good lesson to teach her that things DONT always go her way.
The woman has serious anger management issues. What started off as cleaning out the storeroom for no reason, ends up with her getting pissed off at every living thing within a twenty mile radius of her.
I'm supposed to be having a relaxing holiday at home, but it's always when I spent too much time at home when I get miffed at my mother and father; and become one of those picture perfect brats who don't appreciate their parents.
It's times like this I'd really look forward to moving out of the house in June. Living alone may suck, but I'd choose seeing my parents once in a while over all the time, in order to maintain a loving working relationship with my parents.
too much time spent with them = abuse and irritation.
gr.
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