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February 27th, 2009
03:26 pm - sooo....
Soo...matricide....it's still a crime, right?
*headdesk*
I know it's partially my own problems which are making me unable to cope with her at the moment (for some unknown reason my bloodsugar has sunk rapidly and yet, bizarelly, no amout of eating snacks appear to be pulling me back up) but she's driving me mad. Every time I turn to read something she speaks (always something I already know about) and is just generally being useless e.g
Mum: Where's the phonebook?
Me: *ignores this, as she's standing next to it, and moves to shift the shoes and things that I balanced on the settee whilst hoovering up*
Mum: It's not over there you know, why are you doing that?
Me: I'm just clearing a space for you to sit down
Mum: I don't have TIME FOR THAT!!
Me: We have two hours before it's time to go. Everything is sorted.
Mum: I don't mean-! (wanders off)
or
Me: Shall we have an early tea?
Mum: Yes. I don't know what's up. I need something.
Me: Have a biscuit or two
Mum: No (trailing off at the end)
Me: (Opens oven, finds it's full of baking trays which she Always Does and Knows I Hate) Did you wash the tray that's in the oven.
Mum: Did we use a tray yesterday?
Me: Yes.
Mum: Did we use a tray yesterday?
Me: Well we had chips. So- yes.
Mum: Oh I didn't wash it then
Me: (retreats to hole to sulk and glare out at the cruel world with its dizziness and making me woozy and interrupting.
A minute ago
Mum: Ooooooooh!!!! *big grin*
Me: Yes?
Mum: I can have trifle for my pudding
Me: (considering I made it) ...Yes, dear
Mum: Oh, that's cheered me up no end. :D
*pats her*
*backs away*
*retreats to hole*
Actually, I can't retreat to hole still because I have to leave its safe nest-like-ness to start cooking the tea.
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