EVEN ZOMBIES NEED TO RANT...

I'm a walking zombie today.  A zombie in pain, unable to eat much of anything, with both sides of my jaw slightly swollen, and on pain killers.  I didn't sleep a wink last night, which is why I'm at work and in the 'drone zone'.  I'm also highly pissed off.  I just don't have the energy for a good 'pissed off' state, but of course I am going to rant about it.

Hubby is pissed at me because he didn't get enough sleep last night.  He always said he wants to get in bed by 11 p.m., which means that I have to be in bed at that time as well, even though I normally don't fall asleep until much later.  Well, we were in bed by 11 last night.  Yet he gets up this morning (and I'm awake because I've been awake all night) and is grumpy and bitchy because he didn't get enough sleep.  So now I guess he wants to be in bed by 10.  Great.  At least he got SOME sleep.  I'm at work today on NO sleep and with friggen toothaches.  It's not just one side; it's both sides.  His attitude better change this evening because I'm not in any state to deal with it, especially with what I'm going to rant about next.

You'd think it's enough that I had my cat die last week and that I'm in a lot of pain.  You'd think people that knew this would be sympathetic, nice, or at least friggen civil.  Not my mother, though.  I called her last night, only because I knew if I didn't, she'd call me and I figured if I called her and told her about my toothache, that she wouldn't insist on talking so long on the phone.  As soon as she answered, I knew she was in a 'mood'.  She tells me that I should have gone to the dentist a while back.  Duh, no kidding.  Then she asks why I didn't go.  Well, I didn't make time for it because I had other things going on, but also one big reason I didn't go every few months like she says I should is because I don't have the money to do that.

So not only is she unsympathetic about me being in pain, but now we've touched on the subject of money.  This is never a good thing with her because it always leads to her talking bad about hubby.  I may be annoyed with him, but I sure as hell don't want someone else talking bad about him.  Now I'm getting the usual "why doesn't HE pay for you to go to the dentist every few months?" and "why doesn't HE pay this bill or that bill?"  I once again try to explain to my mother that both our paychecks go into one account and we pay the bills from that.  We both contribute.  It's not a situation where he pays this bill from his account and I pay for whatever with my account.  We're friggen married.  That's the way I thought married people did things.  We're going to be celebrating our 10 year anniversary Friday as well.  10 years and she still doesn't want to accept it.

I almost friggen lost it last night.  I just broke down in tears.  I don't need this crap.  I almost hung up on her, but I think she softened somewhat when she realized she was going too far.  She did manage to get one more little 'dig' in though.  She suggested I have hubby run to the store to get cinnamon sticks because they are supposed to help with a toothache.  And then she said "He could AT LEAST run to the store and get you some cinnamon."  She said it like he would refuse to do that.  I wasn't going to have him run to the store for that last night.  He would have if I had asked him and I know this for a fact.  But I had taken narcotics and just wanted to pass out (which didn't ever happen).

So what happens today?  She calls me on my cell phone at work.  The first thing she asks me is if hubby ran to the store to get cinnamon last night.  I told her 'no', because I was already in bed ready to fall asleep anyhow.  She starts going into a tirade about how he could have at the very least done that one thing for me, like he never thinks of me or does anything for me.  I tell her that I didn't even ask him.  You would think that would be the end of it.  But it's not.  She automatically assumes that I didn't ask him because he wouldn't have gone to the store anyway.  I'm almost ready to scream at this point.  I think she knew I was at my boiling point because she ended the call, saying she'd call me tonight.  But her voice was still sounding the way it does when she is wanting to get every little 'dig' in on hubby that she can.  She doesn't miss an opportunity.  I'm not sure what's in store tonight if she calls and I actually decide to answer.  I don't know that I'd trust myself not to seriously go off on her if she says one little derogatory thing.  Yet if I don't answer, she'll get worried, keep calling, and then be mad because I didn't answer.  It's a no win situation.

Seriously, does anyone have as much friggen trouble with their Mom and at the most appropriate times as I do? 

Remind me the next time my Mom is sick or sad to bring up touchy subjects, will ya?