yo-yo
some days I feel like a yo-yo, one minute I’m up and enjoying life but the next for no real reason i’m grumpy or down right sad. I suspect I’m pre-menstrual but I’ve lost track this month. I suppose it could just be the weather closing in again. and I’m sure that being tired has a lot to do with it. But the upshot of all this is that I am very relieved that my dad phoned today whilst I was at OP and not this evening when I was in. Why? because he phoned to remind me that if I don’t send a Mothering Sunday card to mum then his life won’t be worth living. I’m glad I wasn’t there becuase the temptation to scream "well where’s our 10th wedding aniversary card then?" back at him, and that’s not fair as it’s not his fault. She’s in charge of cards and it’s her decision and, as usual, she has chosen to ignore a marriage that she would rather not have happened. Not because Duke as a bad man, just because he didn’t measure up to her critera of a son in law. He isn’t well off, he doesn’t earn enough to keep me in the manner she wants me to be accustomed to, he’s not Scottish (don’t ask okay?) he’s not educated, he’s not, oh I dont know, he’s not perfect I suppose and rather than accept that she choses to play these games and Dad gets caught in the crossfire.
So, do I take a card to her then? Or post it knowing it will get there late? or say f*** you and not bother? Argh, Please God don’t let me grow into being THAT kind of mother!
