It isn't that I am just a whiner (thought I am using this blog to do just that and get it all out of my system so that I can be a wonderful, sweet, kind, and loving person in real life), but I seem to come up with lists upon lists of complaints that I can indeed have.
Today's complaint is somewhat related to the fact that I hate living with my mom, but isn't close enough related to be included in the numbered complaints (I am working up to 1001). Also, this complaint wouldn't normally exist, and I never saw this situation coming.
Many young couples choose to start over rather then moving all of their stuff to a new location, especially if that location is across the country. It is something that is certainly easier to do when you are young. Your attachments to your stuff are fewer, and you haven't had most of it for that long of a period of your life. I have a few items from my childhood that I have had for fifteen years, but not many. On the other hand if I were forty three instead of twenty three I would have more items that I have carried around with me for fifteen years.
So, when we decided two weeks ago that we were going to mail down a few of our must have items and start all over in Texas, it wasn't as hard for me as it was for my mom. I know that, and I have tried to be very sympathetic to that issue. However, it is really hard for me because I have to get rid of everything while watching her spend the thousand dollars that we have to mail things down. The first two items that we had to mail down were really pricey to mail...and we had to do it. We mailed down mom's wheelchair and her walker for a whopping $311.56. But they were worth almost 2k, so it was worth it. But that made our budget for mailing other things down much smaller. I have picked out a few books, nick knacks, and sentimental items that I want to keep. There are also a few that my husband wants to keep. Then there is the baby stuff that we will need and can't afford to replace right away. Well, it feels like we aren't going to be able to mail down everything that I want to mail down because mom's mailing down too much stuff. She feels bad, but doesn't know what to do. So, it is a crazy situation.
However, on the bright side, my husband has a job that makes about 2.5 times as much money as he was here in Wisconsin. I have a great excuse for going garage sale-ing, and I am very excited about some things in life. We started a website because we have a ton of things we want to publish and share, but we were hoping to make a little money on the side (it is hard financially to make the decision to be a stay at home mom, and we would love a little extra money). Well, I haven't had a lot of time to do all that I wanted to do, but I feel really good about where it is going. I didn't work on the website for about 8 weeks (it was hard to do with Peter in Texas and all of the craziness that life has been lately). I checked our Google AdSense page last week and we had made our first penny! Peter was like congratulations, now watch that penny snowball into something a little bigger. Well this morning's view of Google says that our penny has snowballed into three pennies. Not much of a snowball, but considering that our page isn't well developed yet, and our traffic is still very low...I am feeling good about it...just gotta keep plugging on.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
2. You Need to Take Out the Trash Honey
Some of the things I complain about will probably change with time. It is just that we have been thrust into unfamiliar territory. She isn't used to being anything but "mom". As a mom she was difficult to live with. Something that scares me in this new territory. Will she continue to be difficult to live with, forever driving me crazy?
When we were kids...
When we were kids we had chores. Not that she asked a lot out of us, just your basic take out the garbage and do the dishes. It was just that they had to be done on her time frame or she would nag. I felt (after growing up and moving out) that I deserved this nagging. It was my fault after all, where if I would have gotten up and taken the garbage out when asked then it would not have continued. Or if the dishes were done when she got home...
But...
It didn't stop when I was young. Now I am in my own home and am being told when to take out the garbage and when to take care of the dishes. And not just once in awhile, but regularly, several times a day.
Well not much to say about that, the only sad thing is it probably won't go away any time soon.
When we were kids...
When we were kids we had chores. Not that she asked a lot out of us, just your basic take out the garbage and do the dishes. It was just that they had to be done on her time frame or she would nag. I felt (after growing up and moving out) that I deserved this nagging. It was my fault after all, where if I would have gotten up and taken the garbage out when asked then it would not have continued. Or if the dishes were done when she got home...
But...
It didn't stop when I was young. Now I am in my own home and am being told when to take out the garbage and when to take care of the dishes. And not just once in awhile, but regularly, several times a day.
Well not much to say about that, the only sad thing is it probably won't go away any time soon.
1. Bed Time
Hmmm...this is the hardest post thus far. Not that it takes much when there are only two posts. But this is where I pick out one thing and complain about it. After living with my mom...or having my mom live with me rather...for nine weeks, well lets just say there are a few things that are bugging me.
The thing that wins the first post?
Bed Time
The situation.
My husband is in Texas. My mom, our son, and I are still in Wisconsin. He has a job that is better then any job he has ever had but gets home every night (Monday through Friday) around 10:30-11:30pm. This means that I stay up late to talk to him on the phone or using Yim. Well Marcus (our son) gets me up between 6:30 and 7:30am. So by time I am done talking to Peter (my husband) and in bed asleep...I don't get enough sleep. I have started napping with the baby to compensate, but I am still tired a lot of the time. Top it all off I am one of the few people who need more sleep them most do.
The happenings.
A few weeks ago I was laying in bed talking on the phone. At this time it was about 12:30am, but I didn't really care. We were working on finishing our conversation so that we could both go to bed, when my mom opens the door to my room, "you really need to be sleeping." Well I knew I needed to be sleeping, but I didn't need to be reprimanded by my mom like I was in junior high again. I let it go.
Repeat.
Last night I was chatting. And working on our website. And thinking about this blog. When she opened the door (this time at 11:45pm) and says, "no wonder your tired, you should go to bed!"
Errr...
I already knew WHY I was tired. I just didn't know how to fix it and still take care of every ones needs!
Anyway...enough complaining.
The First reason I hate living with my mom...It's bed time dear.
The thing that wins the first post?
Bed Time
The situation.
My husband is in Texas. My mom, our son, and I are still in Wisconsin. He has a job that is better then any job he has ever had but gets home every night (Monday through Friday) around 10:30-11:30pm. This means that I stay up late to talk to him on the phone or using Yim. Well Marcus (our son) gets me up between 6:30 and 7:30am. So by time I am done talking to Peter (my husband) and in bed asleep...I don't get enough sleep. I have started napping with the baby to compensate, but I am still tired a lot of the time. Top it all off I am one of the few people who need more sleep them most do.
The happenings.
A few weeks ago I was laying in bed talking on the phone. At this time it was about 12:30am, but I didn't really care. We were working on finishing our conversation so that we could both go to bed, when my mom opens the door to my room, "you really need to be sleeping." Well I knew I needed to be sleeping, but I didn't need to be reprimanded by my mom like I was in junior high again. I let it go.
Repeat.
Last night I was chatting. And working on our website. And thinking about this blog. When she opened the door (this time at 11:45pm) and says, "no wonder your tired, you should go to bed!"
Errr...
I already knew WHY I was tired. I just didn't know how to fix it and still take care of every ones needs!
Anyway...enough complaining.
The First reason I hate living with my mom...It's bed time dear.
Monday, May 28, 2007
Introduction
With a title like 1001 Things I Hate About Living with My Mom you would think that I am some adolescent teen girl who always fights with my mom. I am sure there are many out there that are really like that. Maybe I am the college girl who's freedom has been stolen by a summer at home. Neither is the case. I am an almost 24 year old woman, with husband and son.
My Story.
I am sure that my story is not the only of it's type, though I haven't heard of such a case before. I know that I don't have it horrible, I have it really good. Life could be better, but it isn't. Life could be worse and I am blessed that that isn't the case. So, why am I writing this blog? And with such a negative title? Well you see, it is my way of blowing off steam.
My Situation.
For as long as I can remember my mom has hurt. When I was little she got shots in her legs. I didn't understand why then, but now I know that it was to numb her legs to pain. She worked most of my life and usually hard. At one point she was the director of a food pantry which took a lot of work because she often worked with fewer volunteers then the program really needed (a situation that happens in most organizations run on volunteer help). So, while she hurt a lot, she bull dogged her way through it, tough as nails. Until about two and a half years ago. She was hurting more and more and could push though it less and less. Her and my brother moved from Cadillac, MI to Grand Rapids, MI and tried to start a new life. But it wasn't long and my mom quit her job because of the pain. She went to the doctor for the first time in ages and gave him a huge list of issues. Overwhelmed he tried to help, but July 4, 2005 she had a heart attack. Her cardiologist said that her heart was fine and the only reason she had the attack was because of the unmanaged pain that she experienced daily. She had knee surgery in hopes of helping some of her pain. Then she was put on pain medications. By September 2005 she was on so much medications that we convinced her not to renew her drivers license. Things kept going down hill for her. September 2005 also marked my wedding to a wonderful man and by Christmas we were pregnant. The story gets crazier. My husband, new baby, and I moved to Wisconsin. It felt horrible leaving my mom with fewer people to lean on, but it had to be done. January came and it was clear that my mom needed more help then she was getting, and she could no longer afford her rent. She has been living without an income since March 2005 and things became too much. She is appealing the denied disability, but what to do till then? Discussing all the options left only one possibility. She had to move in with us. We packed her up, and moved her into our two bedroom apartment. Now we are moving to Texas where my husband has been offered a better job.
Oh yeah...The Point.
My mom is still mobile most days. She usually has one good day a week where she putters around the house and right now she is trying to go through things. We are getting rid of almost everything and mailing down only a few items of utmost importance. But I know that she can't really live on her own... I am going to use this blog to voice my complaints. Some maybe funny, some sad, some outrageous. At least I can complain without bothering the people who would be upset by the situation (my mom and husband). I doubt that this is the kinda blog to draw a huge audience, but feel free to read, and to comment. Please know that I am only complaining. Also, if you do comment don't be nasty to me or anyone else who comments. Thanks~
Oh, and since this is negative...
Maybe it would be a good idea to read something positive I have done :-D
http://www.falonofthetower.com
My Story.
I am sure that my story is not the only of it's type, though I haven't heard of such a case before. I know that I don't have it horrible, I have it really good. Life could be better, but it isn't. Life could be worse and I am blessed that that isn't the case. So, why am I writing this blog? And with such a negative title? Well you see, it is my way of blowing off steam.
My Situation.
For as long as I can remember my mom has hurt. When I was little she got shots in her legs. I didn't understand why then, but now I know that it was to numb her legs to pain. She worked most of my life and usually hard. At one point she was the director of a food pantry which took a lot of work because she often worked with fewer volunteers then the program really needed (a situation that happens in most organizations run on volunteer help). So, while she hurt a lot, she bull dogged her way through it, tough as nails. Until about two and a half years ago. She was hurting more and more and could push though it less and less. Her and my brother moved from Cadillac, MI to Grand Rapids, MI and tried to start a new life. But it wasn't long and my mom quit her job because of the pain. She went to the doctor for the first time in ages and gave him a huge list of issues. Overwhelmed he tried to help, but July 4, 2005 she had a heart attack. Her cardiologist said that her heart was fine and the only reason she had the attack was because of the unmanaged pain that she experienced daily. She had knee surgery in hopes of helping some of her pain. Then she was put on pain medications. By September 2005 she was on so much medications that we convinced her not to renew her drivers license. Things kept going down hill for her. September 2005 also marked my wedding to a wonderful man and by Christmas we were pregnant. The story gets crazier. My husband, new baby, and I moved to Wisconsin. It felt horrible leaving my mom with fewer people to lean on, but it had to be done. January came and it was clear that my mom needed more help then she was getting, and she could no longer afford her rent. She has been living without an income since March 2005 and things became too much. She is appealing the denied disability, but what to do till then? Discussing all the options left only one possibility. She had to move in with us. We packed her up, and moved her into our two bedroom apartment. Now we are moving to Texas where my husband has been offered a better job.
Oh yeah...The Point.
My mom is still mobile most days. She usually has one good day a week where she putters around the house and right now she is trying to go through things. We are getting rid of almost everything and mailing down only a few items of utmost importance. But I know that she can't really live on her own... I am going to use this blog to voice my complaints. Some maybe funny, some sad, some outrageous. At least I can complain without bothering the people who would be upset by the situation (my mom and husband). I doubt that this is the kinda blog to draw a huge audience, but feel free to read, and to comment. Please know that I am only complaining. Also, if you do comment don't be nasty to me or anyone else who comments. Thanks~
Oh, and since this is negative...
Maybe it would be a good idea to read something positive I have done :-D
http://www.falonofthetower.com
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