Tired of lots of things

11/13/2009

I love my mother.
Her mom (AKA Grandma Kitty) was talking to her about me and said that the other day when she gave me a ride to work, I was a good deal to happy. About life in general.
Apparently I'm a pretty good actress then, because I felt like crying the whole time we were in the car.
Because I know how disappointed she must be in me and all of that.
She's from a generation where if you had a baby out of wedlock, it was expected that you got your ass into wedlock in a hurry. Or jumped off a bridge somewhere, I've heard there was a good bit of that going around with women who were "in trouble"

So Grandma Kitty thinks my mom should take me apartment shopping to give me a better idea of how much things cost.
And maybe that will help me, get this, "Come to her senses."

So... come to my senses about what exactly, I'm wondering.

My mom asked if Grandma thought I should move out, because she knows I will if it came right down to it.
Because if it's between living with my parents and having this baby... Then I'm taking my pregnant ass and getting the hell out of here.
And Crazy told Grandma that.
That she doesn't want to waste our time trying to prove a point to me, that baby is going to cost me a lot, and I won't have any money for anything "fun or frivolous" for a long long long LONG time.
And she didn't want her grandchild to live in squalor, because even with government assistance, I won't find a place close enough to my job to walk, so... no job.

Pretty much my mom told her to stfu and mind her own business.

I repeat... I love my mother.