The funeral wasn't fun. My best friend's brother did the eulogy, and the whole room pretty much lost it. It was beautiful and heartfelt, and I was a mess. His eulogy about this wonderful woman who was loved and revered by every one of her kids, grandkids and greatgrandkids actually made me (briefly) reexamine my 'no kids' policy. Briefly. That's all I'm going to say about the funeral. It was sad. I'm glad it's done. I wish that I didn't know that Poppy will be next.
I'm back home now - well, I'm at work, actually. I took the train back yesterday evening.
My mom's coming up to visit tomorrow and I'm not exactly looking forward to it. She has a way of making me crazy over really stupid things. I have to spend tonight combing our
condo for things that might invite uncomfortable conversations - like the card my dad sent thanking us for the hospitality a couple of weeks ago, and anything that might indicate how often we see my in-laws, and, well I can't think of anything else now, but there will be a lot tonight. I can't explain what it is about my mother... you you have to know her to understand it. For the longest time my husband didn't see or understand the crazy. He thought I was being unreasonable and she was fine. Now, he gets it. Welcome to the family.
The last time she came to TO was the weekend after we moved in August 07. She insisted on coming that weekend, despite the fact that we had just barely moved in and would like to take some time buying furniture and unpacking. Her solution was, "I'll help unpack!" Ya, not gonna happen. I can just imagine the drama that would bring. So, we spent our first week frantically unpacking and furnishing so we'd have everything done when she arrived - with a spare room set up so she wouldn't have to sleep on our couch. We were exhausted. And she had nothing she wanted to do while in Toronto besides 'visit' - which meant our entire August long weekend was spent just sitting in the living room while my mother told us how she would decorate, what she would do, where she would put things. And try to explain that this is how we want it? Unacceptable. Her ideas are so much better, and she just can't understand why we don't agree with her. Maybe if I just explain why my idea is better one more time, you'll understand. Ugh.
So this time, we've learned our lesson. We're planning things for the weekend. She's arriving Friday night, and Saturday we're thinking we'll do breakfast at home, Indian buffet for lunch (I'm inviting my friend Meg to come as a buffer), go to the Beaches in the afternoon to kill some time, and we're going to get tickets for something Saturday night - there's a hypnotist magician or something in Toronto this weekend. That would be good. And Sunday we're all driving to London together. We'll drop mom off at home and then take my Dad out for a belated Father's Day.
Should be a jam-packed weekend, but at least the amount of time my mom can bitch at me will be reduced significantly - she can't nag while we're in a theatre. I hope...
I'm back home now - well, I'm at work, actually. I took the train back yesterday evening.
My mom's coming up to visit tomorrow and I'm not exactly looking forward to it. She has a way of making me crazy over really stupid things. I have to spend tonight combing our
condo for things that might invite uncomfortable conversations - like the card my dad sent thanking us for the hospitality a couple of weeks ago, and anything that might indicate how often we see my in-laws, and, well I can't think of anything else now, but there will be a lot tonight. I can't explain what it is about my mother... you you have to know her to understand it. For the longest time my husband didn't see or understand the crazy. He thought I was being unreasonable and she was fine. Now, he gets it. Welcome to the family.The last time she came to TO was the weekend after we moved in August 07. She insisted on coming that weekend, despite the fact that we had just barely moved in and would like to take some time buying furniture and unpacking. Her solution was, "I'll help unpack!" Ya, not gonna happen. I can just imagine the drama that would bring. So, we spent our first week frantically unpacking and furnishing so we'd have everything done when she arrived - with a spare room set up so she wouldn't have to sleep on our couch. We were exhausted. And she had nothing she wanted to do while in Toronto besides 'visit' - which meant our entire August long weekend was spent just sitting in the living room while my mother told us how she would decorate, what she would do, where she would put things. And try to explain that this is how we want it? Unacceptable. Her ideas are so much better, and she just can't understand why we don't agree with her. Maybe if I just explain why my idea is better one more time, you'll understand. Ugh.
So this time, we've learned our lesson. We're planning things for the weekend. She's arriving Friday night, and Saturday we're thinking we'll do breakfast at home, Indian buffet for lunch (I'm inviting my friend Meg to come as a buffer), go to the Beaches in the afternoon to kill some time, and we're going to get tickets for something Saturday night - there's a hypnotist magician or something in Toronto this weekend. That would be good. And Sunday we're all driving to London together. We'll drop mom off at home and then take my Dad out for a belated Father's Day.
Should be a jam-packed weekend, but at least the amount of time my mom can bitch at me will be reduced significantly - she can't nag while we're in a theatre. I hope...
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