I don't know what crawled up my mom's butt today. Just about every moment we spent together was pure hell. Usually we have good Sundays together. Maybe she was pissed off I wasn't going to lunch with her. Who the heck knows.

She was bitchy on the phone this morning, bitchy when she picked me up (mind you, I was a little late, but she was complaining that I made her keep the car running...thus "draining her car battery which in turn breaks the car."), bitchy when we picked up my furniture, bitchy when she dropped me off, bitchy when I saw her again for dinner.

But OH!!! I picked up my patio furniture (I put it together and with a bit of awkwardness, got it through my patio door)! Since it wouldn't fit in my car, my mom and I went to get it in her car. She just waited in the car the whole time. But prior to picking up the furniture, she kept telling me I shouldn't have bought it. "You're not even going to use it. Why do you need furniture outside? How is this all going to fit on your balcony? I don't even know why you're getting this. What a waste of money." Blah blah blah. I just didn't even respond. She said the same stuff again to me at dinner while leaving through flyers. "Why couldn't you have gotten *this* set? It's only $40. Why didn't you get *this* table instead?" I gave her a lot of eye rolling. She often doesn't think much beyond prices. (Earlier, she thought a bar stool was a table..."Why couldn't you have gotten something like this?" Then she pointed out a side table to me from the flyer.) I'm sure I can laugh about this all later, but she's just damn frustrating sometimes.

When she dropped me off, she just stood there waiting for me to move my stuff to my apartment. I took two trips: one for the chairs and the second one for the table. Moving the chairs was not a problem, but the table was bulky. My hands weren't big enough to grip the box, so I couldn't lift the whole thing. The box was wide, and it weighed 48 pounds. And I had to move it all by myself. THe only tricky parts were the doors. It would have been nice if my mom opened the doors for me instead of just standing at the car. But I was too stubborn and pissed off at her attitude to ask for help. I had to lift the box just enough so I could slide it along the floor. 

And then tonight...I got more grief. The cable guy re-hooked up mom's set up all weird, and she wasn't able to tape stuff to her VCR. I can deal with cables without too much of a problem, but it was really awkward getting around the TV and boxes and cables. Also, I didn't originally set it up, so I wasn't sure what they had done. I managed to set it up where she could watch TV and be able to tape shows. However, the VCR had to be on while she was watching TV. But that wasn't good enough. "You couldn't fix it?! Well, David can is coming by tomorrow to fix it."

And that got me mad. My mom is just *that* way where if she wants something done, she asks a few million people the same favour. So I said to her, "if you already found someone to do it for you, why did you bother asking me?!"

"Well, if you fixed it, then I would tell David to not come. Then I wouldn't have to BEG other people for help!"

What I hate most is that she just assumes she can't do anything on her own, and she asks everyone and their dog to do her favours in case in can't ever be done. But not only does the person have to help, but it has to be done her way.

When I told her she had to keep the VCR on in order to watch the TV, she wanted to met re-setup it all back to the way it was. When I told her if I did that, then she wouldn't be able to tape her shows. I said she had to choose. She didn't like that.

Well, whatever. Beggers can't be choosers.

I feel like a teenager ranting about my mom...and how *unfair* the world is *whine* BWAHAHAHAA