Premature Concerns

Hello Everyone:

Sunday evening and time to write down a few thoughts. Tomorrow is the second interview and I’m about as ready as I’m going to be. I still want to take a few minutes before I go in to review some notes so I can respond to each question in a thoughtful manner.  Once I’m done, my plan is to decompress before I go home. Anyway, once again I made it quite clear to mum that she/we need additional help because I can’t do everything around the house.  A lot my frustration surrounding this subject comes from mum not clearly comprehending the fact that I simply cannot give her any of the attention she needs if I’m doing laundry or cleaning the kitchen and vice versa. I’m not the only one who’s told her she needs more specialized help. What especially frustrates me is that it seems that mum wants to wallow in her infirmity. It’s like she enjoys playing the suffering martyr, figuring if she appears pathetic enough, someone will take pity on her and devote their entire time to her. It’s sounds ridiculous but this is who she is, an attention demanding hypochondriac. I’m not suggesting her ailment is fake, it isn’t, but a couple of recent incidents have really put the situation into razor sharp focus. The first was a 911 to the paramedics because her feet were numb from the cold. The handsome looking paramedics (seriously LAFD has the hottest looking guys) showed and told nothing is wrong and a trip to the ER would be a waste of time. Second was an actual trip to the ER because she had difficulty taking a breathe. It sounded serious but t turned out to be anxiety. It’s gotten to the point where I just routinely ignore her complaints. However, it does have me concerned about one thing. If I get offered the job with the City Planning Department, which I hope happens, I’m concerned that mum’ll find a way to sabotage it with her “issues.”  It’s not a serious concern because the chance of being offered the job is fifty percent. I’m being premature with my concerns but right now, I have to take everything one step at a time.