Just done.

Things started going down last night, with Little Miss Leaky Butt making a mess on my bed.  I changed my bedding and got the first load of laundry started before going to bed.

This morning, I woke to find another mess at the foot of my bed.  A small one, but wet enough to soak through to the mattress cover.

So I take the sheets off, but leave the cover for later, since I was out of clean bedding.  With the price of king size sheets, I don’t have extra spares.  There was just one small damp spot, anyhow.

Then Peanut Butter Cup jumped onto the bed next to me while I was taking my supplements, and aimed her butt at me like a shotgun.

I shooed her away, but she still managed to leave a drip behind!

Meanwhile, my younger daughter had already gone through the dining room on her way to the kitchen, where she discovered Ginger had peed on the dining table.

Unfortunately, the dining table being a flat surface, it had stuff on it.  Some of which had to be thrown away.

So for the next while, we were starting more laundry and more clean up.  I did the litters, and after I left, my daughter continued doing a deep clean.

I left early so I could pick up our order of lysine for the cats, then continued to town.  I picked up a couple of cheap vinyl table cloths, then got a few things at the grocery store.  Including tweezers to dig out the sliver I got yesterday, but didn’t discover until this morning, and antihistamines.  I don’t normally have allergic reactions to anything, but I am definitely allergic to something outside.  Likely tree pollen.

Budget?  What’s that?

*sigh*

I made sure to grab a food for lunch to eat in the truck, then called my mother to let her know I would be early.  She was just starting her own lunch, so that was going to work out.

When I got there, I found she had already started on her apartment, and even pulled some furniture from the wall.  As we were talking, she mentioned that she might stay at a motel for tomorrow night, because my sister suggested it.

Of course, both my brother and I had also suggested it, but my mother does love trying to play us against each other.

Which is how things started going downhill.

First, she started attacking my brother, making all sorts of accusations about how he is after her money (as if she has any worth fighting for!). Then she started defending our vandal, who really is after the millions he believes she has squirreled away.  Then she started playing us against each other, while saying how she just wanted us to all get along.

Of course, I defended my brother, while also pointing out how some of the things she was complaining about were the consequences of her own actions.  She still doesn’t understand how badly she screwed herself up when she stabbed my brother in the back, months ago.

I’m not going to say more about the things she said, but she started getting increasingly vile.

Then she brought my daughters into it. 

My daughters, who were doing a deep clean at home, so I could be at my mother’s to take care of her place, due to the consequences of her own actions.

At which point, I told her, that’s it. I’m done.

Then I left.

So I never got in further than her dining table, just a few feet from her door.

On the way out, I pulled over to email my siblings about the situation, then let my family know I was on my way home, and why.

When I got home, my poor daughter was totally wiped out.  She’d had to scrub on her hands and knees in places, and she wasn’t feeling well in the first place.

Oh, and the power was out.

It just came back as I was writing this.  It was out for about an hour.

What a mess of a day.

I’m done. 

I keep saying I’m done with my mother, too.  I don’t need to put up with her abuse.  Who am I kidding, though?  I’ll still help her out.  Not so much for her, but for my brother.  After what she did to him, he tried to cut her out, but he is too good of a man.  He will always do the right thing, even when it breaks his heart.

I think that, more than anything else, bothers me the most about my mother.  She can’t hurt me anymore, but she sure hurts the ones I love.

The Re-Farmer