Mum has her own worries as my dad has been seriously ill for months (needs 24-hour nursing home care). But today on the phone I had my first real grrrrrrrrrrrrrr moment for a long time.
Like many "sandwichers" we have been putting our own problems on the back-burner and not mentioning them when we are helping her (she is 200 miles away, btw). But today I got this sighing, oh-poor-me message on the phone about the fact that I wasn't "in" (whereas I was actually spending the morning glued to the phone sorting out some bloody urgent financial affairs). I phoned mum back and explained this to her, as calmly as I could, and was told that - wait for it:
we "live expensively" - DW is "always on the phone" and we "assume" we are going to have a holiday, supposedly!! I pointed out that we are on a fixed tariff and sacrficied a holiday last summer in order to get essential repairs done in the house - but it's no good.
The problem is that her generation inevitably compares us with previous generations: they didn't have a car, they didn't have holidays, they didn't have a phone, blah blah blah... Yes, and her great-grandma didn't have flush toilets! What is the point of this kind of comparison?
So I ended up getting cross with her and tellig her she didn't know what she was talking about.
Anyway, hoping for sympathy and being made to feel like less of a shit ONLY here. Anbody who wants to take my mother's side can fuck off and so it somewhere else.