What a difficult thing Tills. It's a strange thing the mother/daughter relationship, especially after having your own children. Because as a parent, particularly a mother, I suppose your means and methods are so instinctively ingrained that you find it hard to deviate. Compounding that I suppose you have the fact that if you do things quite differently from how your own Mum did and wants to do with her grandchild, it can be perceived as an indirect criticism of the way she did it, the way you were raised and what her own instincts and beliefs are. It sets up an impasse that is only navigated by polite and yielding behaviour ie your mother does things the way you want as she understands it is your choice and respects that and at the same time you accept that she is trying and perhaps things might be a little different when Grandma is in charge, but not on the big things. I'm just musing out loud really, it's incredibly annoying and wrong of your Mum to be so disrespectful but it got me thinking. And thinking leads to rambling.
I appreciate now how difficult I unwittingly make things for my Mum. I love her very much but we're polar opposites. I am a mini my Dad and we are very close. He finds being sociable very difficult and is a quiet introspective man, yet we spend hours on the phone talking about everything and anything. He is close to M too and I like him ridiculous amounts. I see now how this must always have been for my Mum. She was a SAHM and a bloody good one but I always went to Dad first, still do now. Being a mother myself I now understand the quiet sadness my Mum sometimes exuded and still does when I gravitate towards my Dad.
Shut up Show. Okay.
I went horseriding with DH once. I used to ride as a child in the country. DH had never been on a horseback. It was a dark day in our marriage. He was cross, the horses mocked him, I tried to help. We don't talk about it.
AM, you look beautifully pregnant. Only 4 weeks to go.
LG&T, DH's 15yr old cousin visited last week. Wouldn't trust her with dd. She'd trade her in for a pair of jeggings (wtf?) and some gladiator sandals. She's a beautiful skinny thing who thinks the world owes her a living. She'll learn. Nice girl, but very 15.
Glad you had a lovely holiday Sky. You know I still can't get over how different you are in real life.
Abby, I'm going to be in LE some time in October visiting my Grandma if you fancy having a cuppa with me.
No kettle still. DH gets paid on Friday. No food in either. Or soap. Or cling film. It's dire straits for a couple more days.
Gave the television away today as it's ugly. DH will be cross but I'm fed up with it. His Grandma has a spare one in her garage that she's offered. If he really wants a television he can go and pick that up.
Sorry I've been AWOL. It's the sun you see. Went out in it on Bank Holiday Monday to a mediaeval spectacular and it fried my brain. I can't cope with the heat and 11am-5pm in an unshaded place at 28 degrees, I was poorly, poorly, poorly for about 24hrs afterwards. Blinding headache and dehydration despite drinking lots. I'm less English rose and more wannabe inuit.