Three weeks and two days, that's how long the ceasefire has lasted between my mother and I, and to be fair, I think that's a record. Now as with many daughter/mother relationships, our has been turbulent one, but as I have grown older, I like to think I have also gained a little wisdom in dealing with these sudden changes in weather. I (for the most part, unless channeling my 14 year old self) manage to let the sarky comments slide, the condescending one liners slip and in general count to 10 in my head before responding (as, ironically my mother taught me how to do).
Earlier today, when she was faced with a situation that was not of my making, nor in anyway related to me, but when I was the only one present, all hell broke loose. In under 2 minutes my mother's temper went from the equivalent of a calm, balmy day to a force 10 hurricane. In this situation there is nothing to do but hide and wait for the storm to pass (you may not have noticed, but I'm feeling rather metaphorical).
So I'm hiding (with a bloody big
No comments:
Post a Comment