Posted on: August 29, 2011 /
So to actually tell this story, I have to start on Friday night. When I was at dinner with my family for my birthday, I asked them if they were coming to set up my TV that night. They said that dad would be coming to set it up. I told him he could come tomorrow, or even Sunday after I got back from church, but I asked him to please come set it up before he left to go to work. He’s still working out of town, about 3 hours away from here. I called mom twice yesterday to see when dad was coming over, and she didn’t answer. Then the third time I called her, I asked her what she was doing, and she said, “coming to your house.” If I wouldn’t have called them, they would have just dropped in unannounced. There are certain things I have to do before they come over, (dumping the AC bucket happened to be one of them this time.) My dad is usually pretty easy-going, and he doesn’t really care about everything being perfect, but mom and my sister do. Not only did dad proceed to set up the TV, (and that was totally fine, and exactly what he came to do,) but mom decided that now was the time to move all the furniture in my apartment. She was complaining while she was doing that, because things weren’t done in the way that she deems 100% perfect. She just had to change things on my walls too, (not that it matters to me, or that I care at all about what’s hanging on my walls, and I really, really don’t care! But the fact that she decided to rearrange the furniture just because she deemed it necessary, without asking or even caring about what anyone else thinks, (including and especially my dad!) is probably the most ridiculous thing I’ve experienced in a while! So Basically, by having mom and my sister there, a situation that would have been completely good was ruined. This is why I don’t like my parent’s coming over very often, because mom thinks she has to fix something every time she’s here, to get it just to her liking.