It only took 36 hours into her latest visit (this weekend) for my mother to make me cry. (But really, I was only in her presence for about 13 of those hours, so that's pretty fast work.)
I will say that she mostly supports and approves of my parenting style, but when things get bad, her version of being soothing and supportive is to say, "Oh yeah? You think *you* have it bad? Well, when you and your sisters were little..." blah blah you wuss justsuckitupcakes. But for some reason it's the stern disapproval of my (lack of) housekeeping skills that *always* makes me cry. And she knows this, and yet she is compelled to do it anyway.
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Date: 2005-11-02 02:03 am (UTC)I will say that she mostly supports and approves of my parenting style, but when things get bad, her version of being soothing and supportive is to say, "Oh yeah? You think *you* have it bad? Well, when you and your sisters were little..." blah blah you wuss justsuckitupcakes. But for some reason it's the stern disapproval of my (lack of) housekeeping skills that *always* makes me cry. And she knows this, and yet she is compelled to do it anyway.