For those of you not paying attention, I've been staying with my mom this winter so I didn't have to endure another Colorado winter.
My mom and I are rarely on the same wavelength when it comes to communication and recently a friend of mine saw first hand what I', talking about. Here's another example that just happened.
My mom has a friend over and they're on the patio talking. Rufus is outside and I hear him from the front window which is open. He does the equivalent of a doggy-burp. I say to him, "I hear you," in a playful tone.
My mom starts laughing from the patio out the back door (so the other side of the house), "there's no way you heard that!"
I respond, "I'm not talking to you, I'm talking to Rufus." She laughs as she enters the house and walks down the hall. "Sure you are."
A minute or so later Rufus makes the same noise. Again, "I hear you!"
My mother is coming back down the hall laughing, "I didn't say anything so you couldn't have heard it."
"I'm not talking to you. I'm talking to Rufus. I thought I made that clear the first time."
She shakes her head, whispers something to her friend about my attitude and once again, without even trying, I'm the bad guy.
And people wonder why I hate coming home.
My mom and I are rarely on the same wavelength when it comes to communication and recently a friend of mine saw first hand what I', talking about. Here's another example that just happened.
My mom has a friend over and they're on the patio talking. Rufus is outside and I hear him from the front window which is open. He does the equivalent of a doggy-burp. I say to him, "I hear you," in a playful tone.
My mom starts laughing from the patio out the back door (so the other side of the house), "there's no way you heard that!"
I respond, "I'm not talking to you, I'm talking to Rufus." She laughs as she enters the house and walks down the hall. "Sure you are."
A minute or so later Rufus makes the same noise. Again, "I hear you!"
My mother is coming back down the hall laughing, "I didn't say anything so you couldn't have heard it."
"I'm not talking to you. I'm talking to Rufus. I thought I made that clear the first time."
She shakes her head, whispers something to her friend about my attitude and once again, without even trying, I'm the bad guy.
And people wonder why I hate coming home.
0 comments:
Post a Comment