With Mother's Day approaching, I thought I'd write about the last 24 hours with my mother.

Yesterday morning:
Our church was supposed to go on a picnic at this park in Suwanee. It started raining, and it didn't look like it was going to stop, so my dad called all the families to tell them that we couldn't go to the park, we'd have the service at the church. Of course, people asked what we're going to do with the food that they've prepared. My dad didn't have an answer to that yet, but he said that they'd discuss it after service. Well, after a few minutes of calling everyone, he headed downstairs to the kitchen and started cleaning stuff. He was going to tell everyone to come over to our house for the "picnic." My mother had a FIT. She started bitching and whining about how she didn't want people to come over because the house wasn't clean enough, they'll say stuff about how the house is always dirty and she didn't want to hear it, blah, blah, blah. If this was the first time for her to say this kinda thing, I don't think I would've thought anything of it, but it's EVERY TIME that we have people come over that she bitches about the SAME THINGS. Is she EVER gonna get over it? And as the preacher's wife, she's gonna have to at some point get used to the fact that people are going to come over. ARGH.

This morning:
On the way out to take my mom to work, my dad asked me if I could pick up my mom from work because he wants to go to a revival tonight. My mom heard this and started saying things like, "No, then I'm going to take the car! I don't like having those people see how I don't have a car anyway! I'm taking the car!" This meant two things: 1) The car would be parked all day in a parking lot on BUFORD HWY...not exactly the safest place on earth. 2) My dad would not be able to leave the house at all.

After we finally convinced her of letting my dad take her to work, she proceeded to get on my case about how she asked me to write out a couple recipes for her co-worker's daughter, that I was in the process of doing, but was not going to finish doing by the time she had to leave. She just kept going on and on and on about how she asked me to do it DAYS ago, and I was waiting till the last minute, all I had to do was type them up really fast, blah, blah, blah. It really isn't even that important. ARGH.

I feel like all she does is bitch and complain about things. It worries me because I can barely handle it now...it's just gonna get worse once she's older. And I'm afraid that I'm going down that path. Victor likes to joke that I complain and bitch a lot, but I know he's not joking. It's for real...and it'll probably get worse in the future. Is it inevitable? Will I become my mother when I "grow up?" Will someone please just give me a pill that'll stop this madness?