Edited on Tue Dec-11-07 07:11 PM by AutumnMist
Ok so today started like most of my days. Sent our daughter off to school and got the house cleaned up. Called my Mom and told her that I was going to do some shopping for christmas and I would be home in the afternoon to call her about her doctors appointment. No big deal right? We got home from shopping and found our daughters wet jeans on the kitchen counter that she had worn to school this morning with no note and no explanation. I went into panic mode as a mother. Our daughter is six and there is no way that she could have driven herself home. So I called my Mom who is on our emergency list of contacts at school and asked her if she had picked up our little one from school. Joy. Wonderful Joy.
She had of course (which I am grateful for by the way) our cell phones are turned off right now due to finances and it was on a rare day that neither one of us were home. The button wasnt working on our daughters pants and she couldnt get her pants off in the bathroom. You can imagine what happened after that. I felt so terrible for her. Luckily it happened in the bathroom and she went to the office to go home for some fresh pants. My mom came to our house and after not finding clothes that suited her (she had some sweats and some pants in the dresser)she took our daughter to the store and bought $140 dollars worth of clothes because her closet "needed some clothes" and she couldn't find a thing "that was worth wearing to school". So I sat through two hours of the guilt trips, the "Oh the poor thing...how she must have felt in school" rant. And the whole where are her clothes that she wears to school rant. They were in the washer, In the dryer, and folded on the bed in the office. My mothers response? Why did you put folded laundry on the bed? Why would I look in the dryer? Because maybe people do laundry mom? And I have no servants to do it for me and I was gone? Sorry I am just really pissed off. Like my husband and I are so stupid that we would ever put our daughter through that in the first place and that her clothes are non existent or not good enough? Geesh. Give me a F*&%#!!! break. And so my visit with my mom ended with "and her hands were cold...doesnt she own gloves?". Grrrrrrr. No mom. We are waiting for frost bite to set in. :eyes:
P.S. Our daughter is fine and wasnt upset in the least. Thank goodness. Just wanted to rant. I love my mom deeply but sometimes I could just scream. LOL.
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