So my mom is losing her shit. Seriously. For one thing, she either is not listening, or cannot hear most of what I say. Sometimes she just talks over me, and doesn’t realize I am talking, sometimes she doesn’t look up from her iPad. I don’t actually know if it’s her hearing or if she’s just in her own zone.
Yesterday she let the dogs out, and she came back to sit down, talking. I didn’t see one of the dogs, so I asked her “Is Jake in?” and she just kept talking. And I asked her again, and she just kept talking, and finally I was like “MOM! WHERE IS JAKE?” to which she replied “Oh did he go out?”
Then last night she shut Poe in the upstairs bathroom, for more than half an hour. It would have been all night, if I had fallen asleep before I realized Poe was missing. Normally the bathroom door isn’t shut, I don’t have any idea why she shut it. When I knocked on her closed bedroom door to tell her, she wasn’t very fazed.
“Oh, I didn’t see him,” she said, “He’s so fast.”
“Poe is still a girl.” I replied.
So I think she’s doing just tragically, completely lost it, until she tells me that her older sister came home the other day and got out of her car in the garage, then left the car running in the garage from 4 that afternoon until 8 the next morning. I didn’t even know a car would sit and run that long without overheating. She’s lucky she didn’t gas herself or any of her neighbors.
My mom has never liked cats. I have to wonder if part of this calling Poe by the wrong name (Poo) and “forgetting” her sex constantly and locking her in places (this is not the first time) is just passive aggressive punishment of me for getting a kitten. And then I have to wonder if Poe will be safe with her when I go on vacation in a few weeks. Or if the dogs will even be safe, or if she will burn my freaking house down.
My mom was bawling last night about how she doesn’t belong anywhere and has no purpose in life and I managed not to say “join the club.” I am fast losing patience with this bullshit. I am sorry she’s sad. I am also sad. But I am not mean. I don’t go around saying shitty things constantly, and being utterly self-absorbed. Fucking fuck.
Last night she fell asleep on the couch right after dinner, and then slept all night until it was bedtime, snoring so hard that I thought at one point someone was knocking on my door. The whole time she was lying there dozing, her weird dog whined and whined and whined and whined, for hours. She couldn’t hear him, because she was sleeping, and no matter what you offered him (go outside, eat a treat, have a nice place to lay.) he just fucking whined. He is maybe reacting to how nuts she is, but between the two of them I wanted to climb out of my own skull.
Anyway. That’s how things are with me.