Because montieth thinks this is absolutely hilarious…
Ok, so I’m slightly depressed and was obviously so when my parents came last week. In fact, being true to mum form, my mum had it figured out by the first hour. So anyway, she finally decides to call me today and let me know they made it back alright (despite the fact I said when you get in, and they bitch about me not following instructions. I wonder where I get it.) Anyway…So my mum calls today and launches into the questioning of being depressed. I didn’t want to tell her it it’s because my bf is overseas (whole discussion I really don’t want to get into), and the rain has ditched the joy that is the whipping boy and his harley and they got in earlier than expected so I couldn’t get my nature fix, and that they were intruding on my outdoor, nice sunshine time, and that they weren’t helpful when I asked them what they were up for doing. Needless to say, I defaulted on what I do, going to the gym, housework, business work, and being lazy. So while I’m being lectured on how I spend too much time in front of my laptop and not interacting with people, I’m watching vampire sex and people being served up on platters (God Bless USA). She doesn’t get the fact that a) it’s during the day and most people my age have day jobs and b) I took most of the week off and scheduled around their visit because I knew they were coming in. But alas, she wants me to pick up another job, which, if there’s a position for a gymnastics instructor at the local YMCA open, I might go for it. Then, (oh this is a pisser) she launches into me about my Scotsman’s dress slacks. See, he went to work late one day, and his dress slacks had Maus fur on them from laying them where the cat could sleep on them. But it’s my fault for not keeping his clothes clean and being a good little Hausfrau by doing so. Then she launches into him, at me, because he can’t go to work dressed like that because he’s too high up in the company to do so. WTF?!? I mean seriously, did she not see what he was wearing the rest of the week? Faded black ratty jeans, a ratty t-shirt and a sweater!
So yeah, I’m depressed and my mum thinks she can make things better by getting onto me about the responsibility for dressing my husband-person. Not like she did much, my dad was a stay-at-home dad, he kept her clean!
If you wanted to be snarky, you should have asked if it is your job to take a lint roller to the Scotsman’s clothes before he leaves the house.
Its not that she’s responsible for fixing my shit, it’s just the funny nature of her mom making such accusations when I’m at work in the same slacks, crawling on the floor rooting around under a raised floor. Lara knows what I do to my trousers. There’s a reason I don’t wear nice wool slacks to work. I’d ruin them quite quickly.
I agree. Besides, Lara mentioned before what type of work you do, which is why I was amused about her mom getting upset over some cat hair.