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Oct. 17th, 2009 08:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaSo. Today....
Juliet needed winter shoes. Now, Juliet is... a dingbat, and doesn't realize that while she might have spent all last winter in canvase Converse shoes that there is a HELL OF A LOT MORE SNOW AND WET in Cleveland than Bowling Green. Or IDK, that maybe it's more important to keep your feet warm when you're pregnant? Etc. Etc. So she has no money b/c she has no job, so Mom's been buying her a lot of things.
Now, note, Juliet has never been easy to shop with. Never. She's got her own ideas and her own style and so things just don't... work, often enough. She's an H&M one too thin shirt for 15 bucks girl.
So, Mom takes her out. And IDK what happened beyond Juliet wanting a pair of cloth shoes, and Mom shooting those down. IDK if Mom told her what kind of shoes they were looking for or what, but you'd think Juliet would recognize that winter shoes should probably NOT be cloth.
So mom spent 2 hours doing that, then came home and was in a bad mood. She made dinner (er, she made mushroom soup and tuna salad, then put water on to boil so I could make green beans and potstickers) and Juliet just...
Me: JULIET.
Juliet: (silence)
15 minutes later
Me: JULIET!
Juliet: COMING COMING. ~comes down, talks to me a bit, disappears back upstairs)
Me: ...
Before Dinner
Me: JULIET!!
Juliet: RIGHT I KNOW. COMING.
Me: ...
Mom: ... :\
Me: ... I need to get my meds. ~walks upstairs~
Juliet: ~comes out of her room~ RIGHT. COMING.
Me: Uh huh. ~goes to the attic, gets meds, comes down~
Juliet: ~in her room with her boyfriend still on skype~
Me: -_- Juliet.
Juliet: COMING I SWEAR.
And then of course after dinner she's trying to escape. Now, Mom wants to talk, and she does talk, and inevitably the fact that Juliet is not easy to shop for comes up.
Me: So I hear you were texting the entire time you were shopping.
Juliet: I was not.
Mom: :\
Juliet: I txted Beth, who txted me back, she's getting me some maternity clothes. I txted Marian, b/c she's the shopping person.
Me: Who strangely enough doesn't want to shop with *you*.
Juliet: :| Where the hell do you come up with these things? I swear you say random things in the middle of conversations that don't make sense just to hurt me.
...so. Logical jump. She mentions Marian, we're talking about shopping, and I know that Marian finds shopping with Juliet impossible. So. ...logical, right? ...right? IDK what Juliet thinks, if she actually thinks I just make these things up or if she just doesn't want to believe them. Given that she likes to deny my version of events simply b/c they are not HER version of events...
So mom starts getting into her, and I try to defuse the situation. I mention that Mom using the teacher voice and that makes things uncomfortable. I don't LIKE DEALING WITH THIS TYPE OF THING. It's... grr. Argh. My brain it hurts. But... Juliet won't admit that any of the fault is hers. She won't step up and say 'so I was a bitch' not even with all the prompting in the GODDAMN WORLD.
Mom can't admit that her actions might have been out of line if Juliet doesn't admit it.
AND I CANNOT WORK WITH THIS IF NEITHER OF THEM IS WILLING TO BEND. Mom really gets into Juliet after that, and I was just like '...whatever, whatever, this is why I don't bother'. Srsly.
Just. Grah.
Juliet needed winter shoes. Now, Juliet is... a dingbat, and doesn't realize that while she might have spent all last winter in canvase Converse shoes that there is a HELL OF A LOT MORE SNOW AND WET in Cleveland than Bowling Green. Or IDK, that maybe it's more important to keep your feet warm when you're pregnant? Etc. Etc. So she has no money b/c she has no job, so Mom's been buying her a lot of things.
Now, note, Juliet has never been easy to shop with. Never. She's got her own ideas and her own style and so things just don't... work, often enough. She's an H&M one too thin shirt for 15 bucks girl.
So, Mom takes her out. And IDK what happened beyond Juliet wanting a pair of cloth shoes, and Mom shooting those down. IDK if Mom told her what kind of shoes they were looking for or what, but you'd think Juliet would recognize that winter shoes should probably NOT be cloth.
So mom spent 2 hours doing that, then came home and was in a bad mood. She made dinner (er, she made mushroom soup and tuna salad, then put water on to boil so I could make green beans and potstickers) and Juliet just...
Me: JULIET.
Juliet: (silence)
15 minutes later
Me: JULIET!
Juliet: COMING COMING. ~comes down, talks to me a bit, disappears back upstairs)
Me: ...
Before Dinner
Me: JULIET!!
Juliet: RIGHT I KNOW. COMING.
Me: ...
Mom: ... :\
Me: ... I need to get my meds. ~walks upstairs~
Juliet: ~comes out of her room~ RIGHT. COMING.
Me: Uh huh. ~goes to the attic, gets meds, comes down~
Juliet: ~in her room with her boyfriend still on skype~
Me: -_- Juliet.
Juliet: COMING I SWEAR.
And then of course after dinner she's trying to escape. Now, Mom wants to talk, and she does talk, and inevitably the fact that Juliet is not easy to shop for comes up.
Me: So I hear you were texting the entire time you were shopping.
Juliet: I was not.
Mom: :\
Juliet: I txted Beth, who txted me back, she's getting me some maternity clothes. I txted Marian, b/c she's the shopping person.
Me: Who strangely enough doesn't want to shop with *you*.
Juliet: :| Where the hell do you come up with these things? I swear you say random things in the middle of conversations that don't make sense just to hurt me.
...so. Logical jump. She mentions Marian, we're talking about shopping, and I know that Marian finds shopping with Juliet impossible. So. ...logical, right? ...right? IDK what Juliet thinks, if she actually thinks I just make these things up or if she just doesn't want to believe them. Given that she likes to deny my version of events simply b/c they are not HER version of events...
So mom starts getting into her, and I try to defuse the situation. I mention that Mom using the teacher voice and that makes things uncomfortable. I don't LIKE DEALING WITH THIS TYPE OF THING. It's... grr. Argh. My brain it hurts. But... Juliet won't admit that any of the fault is hers. She won't step up and say 'so I was a bitch' not even with all the prompting in the GODDAMN WORLD.
Mom can't admit that her actions might have been out of line if Juliet doesn't admit it.
AND I CANNOT WORK WITH THIS IF NEITHER OF THEM IS WILLING TO BEND. Mom really gets into Juliet after that, and I was just like '...whatever, whatever, this is why I don't bother'. Srsly.
Just. Grah.
