Vol. 3....AAAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH!

Ok...there could be, I say COULD be a homicide, if not a SUICIDE, in the Brewer area soon! If it isn't bad enough that Mom feels like she has to do EVERYTHING for me, driving me is going to drive me NUTS!
This morning before noon, Kyle and I had to go to church to meet with the new minister and the rest of the acolytes. So, as I volunteer to drive, knowing we will no doubt be late, or later, if she does, she says NO! It's an automatic...MOST PEOPLE USE ONLY ONE FOOT TO DRIVE THOSE....NOT HER THOUGH!!! J.C, so we crawl to Bangor, hitting every freaking light cause she doesn't dare to get too close to them for fear they might turn yellow on her...OH MY GOD! I am dying in the passenger seat, and Kyle even volunteers to drive at this point! hahaha And he hasn't even had a class yet! The brake thing still gets me...I am slammed forward, waiting to hit the passenger side airbag one of these times as she jams that brake pedal to the floor...WITH HER LEFT FOOT MIND YOU! Finally, we make it across the river in time..whew. How embarrassed would I have been if we were late for the minister...HOLY!

So, being as she has cooked for me just about every meal (I DID manage to do some for myself) I offered to take us all out to dinner tonight at the Muddy Rudder...my treat. She agrees, and I am happy for a few reasons...one because I can ESCAPE 17 Canterbury Road for a few hours, and two because I do want her to know I appreciate her help, even if I am getting edgy about her "extended stay".
We get home, Kyle and I eat lunch on the deck...while she refuses to come out and sit with us, whatever...too cold??? Anyhow, I go inside to clean up our messes, and she says, "You know, about dinner....I don't drive at night, and I can't have a drink, so why don't I get us some lobsters and we can stay here." Ok, so this TOTALLY kills my idea....on ALL levels. I tell her I can drive, which she only argues that I can't...so we keep going on that one, and she says what if you have to slam on the brakes...I am thinking and biting my tongue at this point considering oh, you mean like YOU DO EVERYTIME YOU STOP OR SLOW DOWN!....anyhow, I tell her most people use one foot in an automatic, it's actually safer. She continues to argue that I could hurt my foot...I ask how...mistake! I get nothing that makes sense, seriously...end up telling her I could hurt my foot ANYTIME...not just now! No satisfaction...so I give up and say 'forget it, it's your car, so never mind, but I can drive myself....' Then I tell her I don't want her to buy the lobster, because the point was I wanted to do it....I didn't even go INTO the fact that I wanted a night out of my damn bedroom! But she keeps it up, and we end up arguing with her little sarcastic comments flying around the kitchen ("oh excuse ME...but I DO know how frustrated you are, and I HAVE been on crutches before, and if you don't like asking for help good for you"...arrgh), I just go back outside on the deck, frustrated as all hell....and frankly pissed at this point.
Eventually, I come back inside and ask her if she is ready to go to get the lobsters, but that I really DO want to pay for them, and as I am trying to not get into anything else, she give me that sarcasm again, 'I KNOW you do...I'm not ARGUING with you...' I finally just said, you know, I am trying to smooth this over and this is what you give me....I think tomorrow will be her last day here....I can manage I think. Truthfully, I didn't think she planned on staying THIS long as it was. I have my neighbors who can drive me if needed, and/or Kyle can certainly help out with things more than he has. I just need to go slow, take my time and rest if needed. I DO NOT PLAN ON BLOWING THIS RECOVERY....like she thinks I am. Mothers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok...I hope you all had a chuckle at my expense, you're welcome. I know you were laughing about the driving thing anyhow. Man, she needs some work on that car too...she is gonna end up stranded somewhere-makes a terrible noise, but she said it's fine. Okey dokey.

Ok, so the Sox are winners again...you gotta love that! And the Yankees could only manage the Wild Card....we gotta see this one through Kids of Red Sox Nation! How bout that after party the other night...too much fun. Bet Don wishes he was at THAT game, but I know he was pretty happy with the one he did see.

Well, I have some school work to grade now...my co-worker Heather came by while we were gone...damn, would have liked to visit with someone else...I guess things are going ok on that level at least. Gotta be organized if you're gonna be out! I don't want to go back to a zoo and a boatload of work. Can't do my mid-quarter grades as it is...oh well.

Ciao for now,
"Kimfrustrated" Libbey