October 18, 2006

October 18, 2006

Today was mom’s birthday. It was kind of a bad day between me and her. Well, this is what went down. I got home from school STARVING to fricken death! OMG! So, I go to get a bowl of cereal to eat. I pour Reese’s puffs into one of those bigger bowls that we have, (pink) and she comes into the kitchen. “You can have a fruit.” By that time, I had already poured the effin cereal, she looked down at the bowl and yelled right into my ear!!!! “THAT’S TWO SERVINGS IN THAT BOWL. YOU SHOULD EAT A FRUIT SO YOU DON’T TURN INTO A FAT PIG!” Yes, she said FAT PIG and that offended me a little. Oh! And she said, “Don’t do this to me on my birthday.” I was all like SHOVE IT MOM! UGH! That was incident #1! The second incident was after we got home from church, there were rice krispie treats on the stove so I ate one (There were only 3 left) I sat down in the living room and Meryl asked mom if we could have cake now. Mom looked at me and said, “Ava can’t have cake because she already has a rice krispie and she told me she was full.” (Okay, FYI mom I can NEVER be full for a rice krispie and Meryl told me to have one). So, I put the last bite into my mouth and told her, “Fine, I’ll go to bed.” I went upstairs and changed. I came back downstairs and made sure I couldn’t have any cake and they said I could, but mom said, “Sorry, but all you told me was how full and tired you were on the way home.” So, I didn’t sing Happy Birthday to her. And then she wished for me to sing to her. So, I just turned around and left. I’d be stuck with eyes looking at me anyway if I stayed. Meryl yelled out, “We love you!” and I yelled back, “I don’t care!” So yeah. Right after I got done brushing my teeth dad yelled up, “Come have some cake,” and I said, “I just got done brushing my teeth.” He left which was sorta surprising. Soo yeah, that was my day and my mom’s birthday.

Ava Estelle

Present day me: This is one of the very few entries I have about my mom at this age of my life. I usually didn’t write about these types of interactions because I didn’t want to remember it. Now as an adult I am glad I have this entry to look back on and remember. This is evidence of how our interactions were and continued to be for some time into my young adulthood. I decided to include this entry in my writings on here to share about the tumultuous relationship I’ve had with my mother.

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