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[flea]

My mother has been on a negativity kick lately, at least when she's not talking about my brother, who is (as usual) the apple of her eye because he finally got a job, and has opted to spend more in rent on a 1 BR apartment in Brookline than our monthly mortgage including insurance and taxes on a 3 BR house. Aside from her gloom and doom about the stock market (she claims they are POOR now and she will have to go back to WORK to pay the mortgage on their vacation house, to which I have so far refrained from saying, "I HOPE you have to get a real job, it would be good for you"), her current main topic is her pity for poor Dillo, who will have to go to day care.

Now, until 2 weeks ago, Dillo had been in daycare continuously since he was 5 months old, and showing no ill effects. I think the new day care will be fine, although I suspect there will be a crying adjustment period.

This morning mr. flea got the earful, when she called to say Happy Birthday to Dillo (more on that later). She added a new tack - that upper middle class people don't put their children in daycare. Uh huh. And the fact that a huge percentage of the children in Dillo's ex-daycare have parents who are doctors or college professors, and most of the children at the new daycare have parents who are researchers holding PhDs, means what exactly?

I am so tired of my mother's affluenza.

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[gingerk.livejournal.com]

So what planet does your mother live on?