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Saying No is Hard

I just told my mom no. And when she whined and sighed and had her voice full of guilt and exasperation and reminded me of all the favors she has done for me, and I said no again.

And she still didn’t hear me.

Then I went into a little rant where I reminded her of all the times I told her that if in the future this should happen, I would not do this. And I mentioned how my husband does not want this to happen, etc.

Mom did not like that I said no. I suspect that even now she is on the phone to my siblings complaining about me, and together they all agree, I am a rotten spoiled child.

I am willing to do a lot of things for my mother. I even do some things she’d rather I didn’t do (she likes to save things, and once in a while, I declutter for her and probably get rid of things she’d rather keep).

But several years ago, I told my mom I would no longer watch her animals when she went on a trip. At the time, she had a parrot. I don’t like birds. They are messy. Plus, this parrot would bite, and I had little kids.

A big reason for me saying this was that I don’t like birds, but it was also because my mom travels a LOT, so I ended up watching her animals a LOT. In fact, two of her animals are buried in my backyard because they died while in my care. Really, given my track record, you would think that she wouldn’t want me to watch her animals.

The big thing you need to know about my mom is that she is almost never home. She travels a lot. She goes on trips, and she goes to her boyfriend’s house, and she goes to see friends. Many of her travels are not pet-friendly, which means she can’t take her pet with her.

I watched her animals for a very long time while she traveled with my dad, and again when my dad became sick and she stayed with him, and after my dad died when she traveled. In the beginning, it was easy to do. Her animals were familiar to me because I had lived with them before moving in with Steve.

I have even driven to her home when her dog was hit by a car in order to bury it for her. For another dog, I took it to the vet for her when it needed to be put down. (Again, I don’t understand WHY she thinks I’d be a good person to watch her dog — I just admitted to being associated with the death of four of her dogs.)

But when she was down to just the bird, I let her know that I couldn’t watch her animals any more. She traveled too much, and it was too hard for me. Mom didn’t want to give up traveling, so she found a new home for the bird.

She went animal free for quite a while, and it was nice. Once in a while, she would talk about getting an animal. Whenever I heard her say anything like that, I would remind her that I would NOT watch the animal for her.

A couple of years ago, she bought a puppy. It is actually the brother of one of my dogs. Before she bought him, I reminded her of how much she travels and that I wasn’t watching her animals. When she bought it, I told her “I am not watching your dog for you.” I stuck to that for a long time, and I wish I’d never made an exception, but it is HARD to say no to your parent.

When my mom stays with us, she brings her dog, and it stays in our garage. Her dog and my dog together are obnoxious, and they don’t stop or tire.

Then last summer, Steve and I both had to be gone at the same time, so I asked my mom to watch my kids. The day I picked up my kids, my mom asked me to watch her dog. (She plays dirty.) Reluctantly, I said yes.

And when my husband found out, I was in trouble. He doesn’t want me to dog sit for anyone. For one, he is allergic to both cats and dogs. We used to own cats, but we don’t any more. We do have dogs, but my husband also has allergy medicine that helps. Plus, my husband and I have both agreed to say no to any more dogs.

I can’t remember if I’ve given in any other times. I think I might have during a time my husband was gone. (He still wasn’t happy.) But, for the most part, when my mom asks, I say no.

And even though I know I told her before she even had the dog, I still end up feeling guilty. She works hard to make me feel guilty too.

BUT I don’t want to watch her dog. I don’t want to watch anyone’s dog. And this isn’t news to her or my siblings. I have been very clear about this.

I own dogs. I have three of them. I don’t ask anyone to watch them for me. I don’t travel a lot, and when I do travel, I stay close to home so I can still care for my own animals OR I take them with me. I know how hard it is to travel with pets, which is one reason I don’t travel a lot.

I need to figure out, however, how to stop feeling guilty about saying no.

Things my mother doesn’t understand…

I am sick and tired of writing about my 14-year-old with boyfriend, and I am thinking all of you are too.

And so, I am going to blog about things my mother doesn’t understand (even though she is 70).

1. Any off-color innuendo. She doesn’t get it. And beware that she may ask for clarification very loudly.

2. How to set the clock on her VCR.

3. Anything to do with her computer. She can’t even explain to me what it is she is trying to do. Have you ever tried to help someone by phone when the person requesting the help says things like “I can’t do that thing I did the other day. How do I do that again?

4. That when she calls me at home, and I answer, she really should know the answer to her question, “Where are you at?”

5. How to answer her cell phone.

6. That when she calls me using her cell phone, even though she isn’t calling from her home, odds are very good that I am home when she calls me at my home and I answer. Again, this should be a no-brainer.

7. Why I laugh when she tells me her doctor tells her, “He says I am in good shape for the shape I’m in.” I bet. What shape is that? Triangle?

8. That when she asks me “what’s that girl’s name you went to school with?” She really shouldn’t expect an answer. Her “Not Nikki, but the other one,” doesn’t help much either.

And what I don’t understand…

That despite the fact that I went to school with hundreds of girls, I knew exactly who she was talking about.

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Car Shopping Guru

My mom went looking to buy a new-to-her vehicle. One that didn’t have many miles and would be an upgrade on the 1997 model she had been driving. Of course, she didn’t have any car payments on the ’97.

My husband recommended what kind of car to look at, and she did. She ruled out silver and/or white vehicles, and she wasn’t fond of the brownish cars either. She ended up buying one she really liked — it’s a pretty shade of blue. There were other models, but she liked the blue.

She was very excited about her new car. I think she is a pretty happy buyer. I didn’t have to try too hard to convince her to pose for pictures (and I think the blue is prettier in person).

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And another one –

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That’s my Mom.

On the Fourth of July my mom came with my family to watch the fireworks in Lake City. Normally, Lake City has a very nice fireworks showing. The setting is right off the lake with a very nice sandy beach, a boardwalk and then a grassy knoll. This year, however, it was very damp and the clouds were hanging low and more than one firework went off behind thick clouds and smoke. It was OK, just not spectacular.

Anyway, that’s not why I’m blogging. You see, when my mother came she mentioned a woman from when I was in fourth grade. This particular lady worked as a crossing guard for my school. A very nice woman without a mean bone in her body.

My mom had recently been visiting with this woman.

“And I told her about that time she pulled your hair,” my mom said to me on the fourth.

“That wasn’t her, Mom!”

“Oh.”

It’s amazing how many volumes a single syllable can hold. “Oh.”

It’s been a long time since I was in fourth grade. And despite what my mom told the crossing guard lady recently, I’ve never dwelled over the incident. I do remember this incident and I know the mom who did it. It just taught me to avoid this particular mom who actually volunteered quite a lot through the years.

For the record, it was not the crossing guard lady who pulled my hair. Frankly if I was going to hold a grudge over some incident that happened to me while in school this would not be the incident.

But it all happened when we were in the gym watching a movie. I leaned over to whisper to a friend of mine. And this mother came up and she scratched the side of each of our faces and pulled our hair, telling us to be quiet. I also remember using a boy for a pillow. I think that may have been the first time I ever flirted. Not that one thing has anything to do with the other. It’s just what I remember from that particular grade school movie event.

My mom, by the way, was in the gym. And when I was a young child in fourth grade she never said anything to the other mother. For years when I was in the same groups as this particular mother’s child, my mom never said anything. But as my 15th high school reunion approaches, my mother feels the need to chew out the WRONG woman!

And chew she did.

“That doesn’t sound like me,” crossing lady said.

“I know you did it. I was there,” my mom answered, defending her cub who is now a grown woman.

And then when she told me and I told her she chewed out the wrong woman! My mom has since apologized to the crossing guard. I have assured my mother that 1) I can right my own wrongs and 2) I’m now an adult and more than 20 years have passed. Let bygones be bygones.

So I’ve told my mom that although I may have needed her to slay my dragons when I was a child, I can handle it now. She can listen and go “oh” but really it isn’t necessary to defend my honor.

Still it was sweet of her to think of it.

Just don’t do it again.

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Welcome to my blog

Doesn’t that sound better if it’s said in an evil voice? It’s kind of like, “I want to suck your blood.” Of course, that really sounds like “I vant to suck ur blud.”

I now have a new mailbox (see earlier entry)! It’s in my van. Do you think the mailman will be able to find it there? I even have new stickers for it, but it’s too cold to put stickers on it. I keep trying to get the courage to brave the icy wind and install my new mailbox, but alas, I decided to create a blog instead. That’s how productive my day has been.

My mom will be thrilled with this new addition to my Web site. She complains when I don’t add anything new for a while. And this is so simple, you just point and shoot. Oh wait, that’s cameras. Anyway, it’s pretty simple to create a blog. Probably too simple. I found out even Dave Barry has a Web log. And then there’s Lani’s blog. And since Dave and Lani have one, I have to have one too. Now my mom’s going to want to know who Dave and Lani are. (Mom, Dave Barry writes a humor column for the Miami Herald. Lani writes a humor column too.)

I’m sure Shelley will have her own Web log soon. (Now, Shelley, my mom knows. Although if you want a really good laugh, ask my mom to say “Divnich.”)

My son is trying to force feed me Whoppers. He doesn’t realize that force isn’t necessary. So, this post has been mostly about my mom. Well and me. But my mom likes that. :)

Later.

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