All they talk about is sports. It is hideous. It is horrendous. The MIL literally pays attention to nothing but sports. And talks with B. incessantly about them when he is home. When we talk about news, she says "I don’t like to think about that stuff. It is too upsetting," and wants us not to talk about "stuff" when she is around. We tried to watch some of our netfix movies last night, after 9 full hours of sports (you think I'm exaggerating - I'm not). One was too upsetting, and two were foreign and had subtitles which she declared she just can’t follow. She sat and stared at us until Brian suggested she go downstairs and watch her college baseball while we watched a movie, then seemed a little miffed. It is the first time she has been down the stairs since she arrived.
This morning she went into the bathroom, came back out and said, "There's a moth in the sink." She smiled her vacuous smile at us as both of us looked up from the paper and then looked at each other. When we made no move, she repeated "It's in the sink, but then it flew beside the sink." Brian just stared blankly back at her, but I got up and removed the silly thing just so I wouldn't waste another fifteen minutes of my life having her standing there with that vague, vacuous smile on her face. When I got back to the table, B's shoulders were hunched and I could tell he was mortified that I had to do something so stupid. His mom just went in the bathroom and closed the door. I then went downstairs and removed yet another snake Phoebe brought in.
The MIL has almost an obsession with not being bothered. Any type of stress makes her fuss. Her selfish obsession with throwing all her burdens on everyone else so she doesn't feel stress borders on a mental disorder. I've read about mental disorders where the person cannot think outside themselves, that only things that matter to them are interesting. She isn't quite there - but she is incredibly self-centric and has zero compassion outside of herself. She doesn't even seem to understand that being taken care of and not concerning herself with reality is a burden to others and not her god-given right.
And they are upstairs talking sports once again. She has yet to put a single bowl in the dishwasher, she disappears into her room before and after dinner and she has just drank a 5-gallon container of bottled water in two days. It usually takes us a week and a half to empty those. B. confided that at home she drinks four pitchers of water a day.
To top it all, my least favorite cat, Lisa, seems to be sick. She isn't eating like she should and seems a little hot. So I'm going to have to put off my trip to my Moms tomorrow if she hasn't gotten better, to take her to the vets. I feel like I'm living in an insane asylum and it has only been four days.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
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2 comments:
oh wow. i'm so sorry. i'll call you in the morning...
love,
shameless
Eek. I was so hoping that things were going better. Call me if you need me.
Love,
Shadow/J
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