So… my mother hijacked my train ride and got me a carpool ride down to Sacramento.

She’s “concerned about my safety” and all that crap.

Yeah, she lost her husband last week, I get it.

Suck it up Dave and appreciate her wanting to do what’s right.

Grrr…….

Will I be this way with my own crotch goblins? Am I now? Hard to say. They are both in their teen years, so I tend to think they do stupid things. Being in my 50’s, does my mother (still) think I’m doing dumb ass things? Hard to say.

Suck it up Dave…

So… this is new…

I had come out to the patio in front of her house so I could do some writing. I was putting myself in the mood by blarfing out this rant. She’s now sitting out here trying to converse with me. Sooo much for putting on my headphones and zoning out on one of my chapters.

Suck it up Dave…

(She thinks she knows best and she’s in mourning)

Suck it up Dave…

My time is not my own.

All week I’ve been hanging with her, keeping her company. Setting up online billing, washing dishes, going to the funeral home, all the stuff a “good” person does when trying to help out a person in distress.

Suck it up Dave…

Okay, that’s it.

I’m done with this post. I’ve now got to go deal with the dog that had a diarrhea explosion.

Suck it up Dave…

:/