Yesterday I called my girls to see how the visit at Grandma’s was going. I was promplty informed by Dd#1 that Dd#2 was sitiing on the front porch doing nothing while everyone else was working. Upon speaking to Dd#2 I told her that I would come and pick her up. When I arrived at my mom’s house I knew that I needed to get to the bottom of what was going on. Let me first say that Dd#2 never wants to go to my mom’s house because she says that she gets yelled at. My mom doesn’t call it yelling, just loud talking. I call it yelling.
Upon arriving at mom’s I was informed that she told Dd to do something and she didn’t do it. She said that she does this all the time. She never wants to do anything that she is told. Personally, I wouldn’t have wanted to work all week at home and then go to my grandparents and do housework all weekend. That is a time to have fun. But not for my mom. She expects you to be doing something every second. She is constantly saying that her house is a mess and it needs to be cleaned. I can’t seem to understand something. When there were 4 of us at home the house was clean. Mom worked days and dad worked nights and my brother and I were in school, unless it was summer and we were outside. Now, it is basically just my mom and dad at home and yet she always has to be cleaning. My theory on this is simple, if you have to clean constantly then you need to get rid of the stuff that is causing the mess. Too much stuff! I can’t breathe in that house anymore and neither can my dad. So every weekend she wants the girls to come over and clean with her. Now mind you, if she made it fun that would be ok. But it’s not fun. I tried talking to her yesterday and she just kept getting louder and louder with me. I told her that she yells and she looks at me and says, and you don’t. That hurt so bad. I have to admit that is one bad habit that I picked up from my parents. I am not angry at them for that as they picked it up from their parents. I come from a long line of yellers. Is that even a word?
So I ended up bringing Dd#2 home with me and we had a long talk about what had happened. I wish that I could talk to my mother. She is the type of person who is always right no matter what. She will take something someone says and will twist the words around so much so that when you say the same thing to her again, she says you are lying to her. That is not what you said before, she will say. It is really driving me to a point that I don’t want to go to. It causes so much stress in my life and in my family. I love my mother dearly and I told her so yesterday, but she has got to change. I will just keep holding on to the fact that God is in control and with him all things are possible.