Believe me, sorting and tossing is very difficult for me. I do have stuff that goes way, way back, and I've been carting it around from garage to garage for 20+ years! But the thought of moving all that stuff one more time, let alone trying to get my house and garage in shape to sell in a difficult market gives me some incentive. I kept many things, but mostly tossed tons of old Christmas cards, most either from people I don't remember, or Sean's friends. Should I have tried to sort that out and give it to him? He would have tossed it before he left my block. But I kep lots of things that WERE highly significant to me, or that I thought might be to Erin.
It's been interesting at my Mom's -- believe me, you'll hear the details later. Mom batters her keyboard SO much, that most of the letters are worn off, and I'm just not that good a typist! Main event was our suitcase taking a side trip to Seattle for a day. That was stressful and quite inconvenient, but we managed. Great day at the family cabin, mostly. And a realization. I really have almost no feelings one way or another for my mother. She used to really, REALLY get to me, but now I just don't care, and my only concern is protecting Erin and sadly enough, teaching her how to anticipate and avoid problems. Not always possible, but maybe it can be minimozed. [I can't tell the dofference between "o's" and "i's"!] The behavior I'm mostly seeing this time, is "what should we do tomorrow, we could go to Old Sac..?" "Sure, Mom, Old Sac would be fun" "Well, I just can't walk all around like that! The gout in my toe is excruciating!" ir... "What else would you like for breakfast, Denise... toast... cereal?" {She asked this at least twice} "Well, sure, I guess, maybe some toast" "Uh, you're going to have toast AND a cinnamon roll???" I said to her -- Look, you offered, I saod yes, then it's clear that you disapprove, what's the deal?" Well, {huff} you could have said NO" She does the exact same thing to Erin. IOt goes on and on like that. We almost went to a movie, and I had to tell Erin... "If Nana asks you if you want any snacks for the movie, say no, that's OK, I don't want anything. Because if you say, sure maybe some candy and a soda, she'll say, 'OMG, all that sugar!!?" She sets traps, and just waits for you to fall in, then pounces to let you know what a degenerate you are.
I suppose it's really just typical "mom" stuff, and I'm glad that it's not making me freak out, but I feel sad that I have come to the point, where it just means nothing to me. Ami, you are right, Erin and I are here together, and we love each other, and we're going home soon, and nothing else really matters. With any luck, I can aviod coming here again for another couple years at least.
Thanks for the opportunity to vent, it's hard to fond other outlets. I hopw you are all well, and O'll write more once I'm home.
XOXOX
Neecie