Hank and I went to see Mother and Ned on Sunday afternoon to try to get a few things in order for their move.
She doesn't want to move now.
She is angry that we keep trying to tell her what to do and make decisions for her.
She doesn't want us to come to her house EVER again.
She says that we don't know her...we don't know Ned. WHO do we think we are???
Okey dokey then...As Chris Matthews would say..."it's time to play hardball!" Moving day has just moved up...furniture on the 21st and them on the 22nd. Friends and cousins are on standby to be there with us as we load things up and help with the transition.
Hank (who has recently lost his charm with Mother...he could always reason with her while I've been the ungrateful hardhearted wicked witch) and I will continue in the roles of "bad cops" while friends and family will be on hand as decoys and distractions.
I'm beyond knowing what else to do to make this easier for them. The hatefulness is new and I have to say, I'm having trouble knowing how to respond.
I'm so sorry for posting these whiney things lately...bear with me for the next couple of weeks...