It’s been like 5,000 years since I posted anything, and I’m sorry. Not that your world is bleak and blank without me. I know you have lives and everything. It’s just that this thing is supposed to be a community blog, and I feel a teensy bit guilty for falling down on the job.
Anyway, I noticed something disturbing about myself the last few days: I’m a mommy’s girl. My mom is coming to visit for the weekend (she lives in Indiana), and instead of getting totally amped and letting the rays of my shiny joy light up the atmosphere and warm everyone in my orbit, I’ve been completely cranky the last few days. I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why I’ve been such a bitch, and then it occurred to me: I still want my mommy to take care of me. I don’t want to work (even though I love my job), I don’t want to pay the bills, I don’t want to clean the bathroom (I did — you don’t NOT clean the bathroom when your mom’s coming to visit).
In short, I don’t want to be an adult — because, dammit, my mommy’s the adult.
How messed up is that? I’m nearly 32 frickin’ years old! But throw Mom into the mix, and suddenly I’m 10 and want to put the thermometer on the lightbulb to prove I’m sick so Mommy will call my teacher and make homemade chicken soup and move the TV into my bedroom so we can watch Days of Our Lives together while she rubs my head and makes noises of pity and understanding. And then I get miraculously better and we shop.
Can someone say “Codependent”?
Maybe it’s that she lives so far away now. I don’t know. But it’s frightening how quickly I can turn from being a semi-functional adult-type person into a sniveling mess of junk.
Anyone else have mommy issues they’d like to get off their chest?
As you were saying: