Tuesday, habits matter to mothers

     Did you know that I am severely depressed?  Just ask my mother and she will tell you all about it.  She has told me all about it.  Don't know how she got this idea, as I am so busy trying to get 100 things done at once.  I have let some of my habits slide the last little while.

     The past two weeks since I came home from eldest daughters house I have been watching a series on Net flix that mother does not approve off.  Yes it is gory and not something I would ever usually watch but I like the story line. This has been an aggravation to her.


     When I came home from daughter's I had a short case of  Vertigo that laid me up for one day and then slowed me down for a few more.  I was careful about how I moved and how I tipped my head.  As in I sat very still when I could find time.  Not much time I will add.

     I did not jump out of bed and immediately get to work running full tilt.  I sort of glided.  I did not do my hair or put on any make-up.  As the day wore on and I was able to keep the dizzy spells at bay I got cleaned up before I went to the studio.

     I also did not work late into the night after dance.  Then we had company this weekend.  It was a busy time.  More people in the house.  Up early cooking, cooking ,cooking.  Mom felt that I should have been more prepared, I should have had a menu. I should have set the table the night before complete with napkins.  I should have known when people were coming over.  I should have, I should have.  I just did not really care.  Not that I was not thrilled to have my company, I just did not think I needed to put out the silver and crystal.  It was a low key thing.

     Sunday afternoon. after cleaning the kitchen and company was all gone, Hubs laid down for a nap and I went down stairs to nap or maybe watch the show mom hates.  I figured she would nap in her room.  Well I was on my second episode when she explodes out of her room with the theory that I am clinically depressed.  (Just what is that anyway?)  I laughed at her which was not the right thing to do.

     These were her reasons.

1.  I was coming downstairs in the morning without my hair and makeup done.
2.  I was watching this horror show in what ever spare time I had which is not much.
3.  I was not working constantly.
4.  I was not getting her doll house on craigslist now!
5.  I had company and she was not the center of my attention.
6.  The list goes on and on and on.

     So yesterday I jumped out of bed and did not leave my room until I was dresses and ready and my room was clean.  Then I went right to the shop without blogging because I had wasted so much time over the weekend not setting the table right or planning menus.

     I am a failure as a daughter.....

Have a great and productive day.

I am going to look up what it means to be clinically depressed.

Kim