First of all, I'm in the bathroom typing this. Don't ask me why, I am. So I have no chair and no true stability as I type on the laptop perched on the very edge.

Second of all, ah, yes, my title. I will explain to you my frustration, beginning with several occurrences.

Earlier in the week, on Sat. to be exact, I had taked to V and we had decided that he would burn the dance music for me. I would go get on Fri. (today) afternoon. On...Wed.?, my mother forgets to bring her cell to work and he calls her cell. His voicemail was something to the effect of, "Hey (my mom), I have (theDot)'s CD. Are you free after work to take it?" I actually played the voicemail from my mom's cell through my cell so my mom could hear it at work. Yesterday afternoon: somehow the music has gone over to V's wife, C, and she now holds it for me/us. I called my mother to make sure that 1.) no, she hadn't gotten the music on Wed. 2.)who was getting it on Fri.? We talk it out and she has insisted on getting the music from C herself. Okay.

This morning: I'm sitting by the towels and she's washing her face. We're discussing who's bringing what for tonight. Suddenly, she goes...

She: What about the music?
Me: Aren'y you getting it?
She: No. You have to respoinsible for yourself!
Me: Huh? 0.0 What are you talking about? (I try to stimulate her mind) Weren't you going to Cindy's to get it?
She: No, that's the VCD, not the CD!
Me: What are you talking about?
She: The VCD of last year's performance! It's not the CD. You have to responsible, you know! How can you not get the CD? Tday's the performance and you didn't go get the music? How can you do that? (tirade of how stupid I was not to do anything about the music, la-di-da)
Me: (WTF?) Uh, mom. (stimulation yet again) What were you and Vincent talking about?
She: THe VCD!
Me: (What? So there's a CD and a VCD...) I did talk to V. I talked to V and he's getting the music for me. I'm supposed to get it today!
She: No, that's the VCD!
Me: I talked to V!
She: That's the VCD!
(this goes on~5 min. later~)
Me: I talked to V on Sat. about the music. He's doing it for me and I'm going to get it today!
She...

It's most definitely not cleared up yet, but she's getting sheepish so I know we're getting somewhere. As far as I know, V still has the CD and will be waiting for me at my dance school. And apparently, my mother will be getting the VCD from C today...

A few minutes later~

She: Oh, he called this morning!
Me: ... (Maybe we can clear this up)
She: (on the phone) ...Hi! ...Were you talking about the VCD or the CD?...Uh-huh...Oh...

Hehehehe. There is no VCD. Hehehe. Miss I'm-better-than-anyone-else has beeen shown UP! But of course, it won't last. It didn't. Almost from the sec. she put down the phone, she got snappy with me. Just because you're embarassed, doesn't mean you can treat me the way you do.

She thinks that in order to keep order/control/power, she can never be wrong, she can never say sorry. If you had a bad day and got sharp with your children, thus, making him or her tear up, it's okay to say sorry. It's okay, "Oh, I'm sorry, sweetie. Mommy didn't mean yell at you." Hugs 'n Kisses and the little girl will be smiling again. Is that so wrong? There's very little that a girl needs to be happy, to smile, to laugh.

Hah. It's funny. I can take discipline. If I went to Military school or the army, heh, I'd last. Most definitely. I want to go to private school, boarding school, military school, the army. I wonder why is that? Anyway, she's said this before, "I really to disicpline you. Be strict." I laughed. I can take discipline, but she's not a goood one for doling it out. She doesn't get that. *sigh* She doesn't get many things...I see and no one else sees. ELEH.

Gotta go. Buh-bye~!
theDot

Plugs: randomjunk, Southern

That always annoys me about parents. Of course, when they're wrong, then you're being disrespectful and they don't deserve to be treated like that, blahblahblahblahblah.
» ikimashokie on 2007-05-18 11:50:54

Dotty i feel sorry for you. =[ I hope she would apologise to you later.
» razzly on 2007-05-18 03:19:53

My dad doesn't, but my mom will at least admit when she is wrong. I think some let their pride get the best of them.
» Southern on 2007-05-18 03:57:49

Well, I can see some typos, so you're probably not lying about typing in the bathroom :P Hard, eh?

How old do you need to be to sign up for the army? Eighteen? You could do that...
» randomjunk on 2007-05-18 06:58:15

well, at least by typing in the bathroom you don't have to worry as much about the mother-master. You can just say you're taking a long bath and not to bother you.
» LostSoul13 on 2007-05-19 02:44:27

My mom's always admited when she's wrong. Then again I grew up very differently it seems... Well at least you got to prove to her you were right, even if the effect didn't last long. XD

I can't help myself. I used to call him fiance, but when people asked when the wedding was and we couldn't tell them a date and they asked when we got engaged and it had been over a year people didn't take too well. They would treat our relationship like a doomed one. Calling him boyfriend made it easier. :)
» Katrina on 2007-05-19 10:36:33

My mom will admit when she's wrong but most of the time, she won't listen to me either. I hope she won't catch you typing in the bathroom. Sometimes, when we grow older, our parents try harder to ignore the fact that we'll be leaving the nest soon.
» Nuttz on 2007-05-19 10:56:10

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