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![]() | Age: 24 Country: USA Province/region: City: Kansas Partner: Wonderful Husband Jake Children: Yes, 2 Pregnant: Not anymore Occupation: Mama! |
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| 01-9-2009 - Stupid Mother | My mood while writing this blog:Frustrated |
I posted this on my week.. but I just need some support and advice... this isn't the first time something like this happens with my mother, this is typical for every conversation... and when I was pregnant with my son went 4 months without talking to her but felt guilty at my baby shower.
UGH! My ultrasound is in 2 1/2 hours and my mother calls, asked me what I was doing, told her I was doing laundry, she said its the endless chore, asked if I had to iron Jake's uniform, told me her husband's father died, asked if Maddox liked his bath toys she sent him, asked what I bought with the giftcard she sent me, ... asked how Maddox was doing, told me to tell everyone hi for her then said she had to go pick up my nieces and had to go... no mention of the ultrasound, if by mentioning maternity clothes means she asked how the pregnancy was going then ok... no real apology for offering excuses to not seeing Maddox in August when it had been 2 months since she had seen him and will be a few more before we're back down there... yeah I'll admit that my answers to her questions are short, and that after 10 minutes of hearing how she had a headache and that she'd call us 2 hours before we left town to see if she felt well enough to come see Maddox that I told her to just forget about it... I always think, this is the last time I answer the phone, it never fails, no matter how positive I try to stay before I answer the phone it always turns to crap and I end up in tears... luckily I found out that my 8 mo old thinks its hilarious when I cry... and it is very hard to be hurt and crying about something like that when you have the most gorgeous little boy laughing at you... I hate being hurt by her, but I feel some sort of obligation to her because she's my mother... what to do what to do..
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