I love my mother but...
My mother is the one person who can drive me absolutely insane. It's a good thing we don't live on the same continent. She calls this morning and tells me that she’s in California. As in moved there. It was very matter of fact, like she had just bought a new pair of shoes. I was dumbfounded. Did she not remember that we were going to visit her in a month? Apparently she forgot. When I mentioned to her that I have tickets to Vegas in January for C-Man and myself. She says “Oh, I thought you were going to take him there anyway for Circus Circus." What? Why would I take a 3-year old to Vegas? When I said I was bringing him there to see her, she asked "Oh, can't you just cancel?"
WTF? Now I’m mad. No, livid and on the brink of just hanging up on her. I mention to her that my tickets are non-refundable and that it wasn’t about the money. It was about my son seeing his grandmother for the first time. He’s frickin’ three years old. I don’t know if she’ll ever get it, but at the end of the conversation she mention something about driving up to see us when we’re there. I had to bite my tongue to keep from saying “Don’t do me any favors.”
I know that I am just a speck in the universe, but sometimes it feels like the world is against me. I give up.
My mood: angry, deflated, beside myself, just frickin’ tired, and heartbroken because I have lost my Christmas spirit