Well, that was...odd.
Nov. 29th, 2002 10:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
m_cobwebI guess the parental visit is over. I had thought we might all be meeting up for breakfast tomorrow before they leave for the airport, but enthusiasm seemed very low for that one--not that I wouldn't rather get to Jazzercise without time pressure to be somewhere soon after, but still.
I'm left with a strange feeling. My dad was actually the more tolerable of them this time. He made one smart-ass comment at my expense tonight, but that's pretty darn good for him, and it was a (not-so-clever, honestly) pun. My mom, on the other hand... The weirdest part was when she alluded to the "habits I have that scare them." I changed the subject ("Look at the pretty boat") rather than ask for details, as I don't want to know what it is she'd like to see changed. But now I'm going to wonder, and I hate that too.
It would be so nice not to feel as if they are constantly disappointed in me. It would be just as nice not to care, and I suppose that's the approach I'm going to have to learn to take.
On the bright side, I had my second creme brulee of the week tonight. I also did more stress-shopping during the day, and Sean went with me and didn't do a thing to stop me. ;-) I may be coming up on a week or two where I have no money to go anywhere or do anything--but by god, I'll have a spiff wardrobe to do it in.
Now it's time to change into soft, friendly clothes and watch "Donnie Darko." Hopefully without falling asleep in the middle.
I'm left with a strange feeling. My dad was actually the more tolerable of them this time. He made one smart-ass comment at my expense tonight, but that's pretty darn good for him, and it was a (not-so-clever, honestly) pun. My mom, on the other hand... The weirdest part was when she alluded to the "habits I have that scare them." I changed the subject ("Look at the pretty boat") rather than ask for details, as I don't want to know what it is she'd like to see changed. But now I'm going to wonder, and I hate that too.
It would be so nice not to feel as if they are constantly disappointed in me. It would be just as nice not to care, and I suppose that's the approach I'm going to have to learn to take.
On the bright side, I had my second creme brulee of the week tonight. I also did more stress-shopping during the day, and Sean went with me and didn't do a thing to stop me. ;-) I may be coming up on a week or two where I have no money to go anywhere or do anything--but by god, I'll have a spiff wardrobe to do it in.
Now it's time to change into soft, friendly clothes and watch "Donnie Darko." Hopefully without falling asleep in the middle.
