I worry about posting things about family members here because I never know if they read it but then again if they do they never ever say a word about it. So Iâ€™m going to assume they donâ€™t. I like keeping this blog as much out of my personal life as possible, it makes it easier to be myself.
This weekend, in particular, I realized how unaware of their surroundings my parents are. If you know me you are well aware that Iâ€™m not one for rules or traditions or for people telling me how I should be. I hate when people say to me â€œbut you are supposed to do it this wayâ€ because you know, thatâ€™s what society tells us.
But I realized my parents are in their own world and I canâ€™t figure out if theyâ€™ve always been this way and Iâ€™ve never noticed or if itâ€™s an age thing. Iâ€™ve always known my mother is messy. Sheâ€™s not cluttered but sheâ€™s very messy. Her counter tops are always in need of a wiping down. Her floors rarely look like theyâ€™ve been cleaned, at all. There is dust all over the house. The bathroom has absolutely no order and Iâ€™m an order freak.
Also, at a dinner we went to at my parents house I was a little disturbed by several things. She brought a silverware carrier out that had something on it, like chocolate or something but I wiped it off for her. She didnâ€™t even think to bring down real silverware forks for lobster, that plastic ones would be enough?? The plastic plates she had were not sufficient for the lobster we were having. They are having their pool dug out so we sat next to a huge hole in the ground and the dust kept getting into our food.
Then there was the food. She served salt less butter with the lobster, who does that?? She bought the lobsters at Market Basket, which is like the ghetto supermarket and shocking, some of the lobsters were not well. She insists on putting sugar in the raspberries for the ice cream even though I keep telling her that the ice cream has sugar in it. Then of course my dad, who had his shirt off when nobody else did, which I just think is weird.
Maybe itâ€™s just how I see them, Iâ€™m sure other people are embarrassed by their parents. I just feel like I need to explain the world to them and I donâ€™t know how they donâ€™t understand things like this. Or maybe Iâ€™m just going to an OCD place and they donâ€™t quite fit into my new little ordered world.
Either way, they are starting to drive me crazy.
When Your Parents Don’t Know Better was posted on July 6, 2010 at 10:45 am in I'm Just Sayin and tagged as family. It was last modified on July 6, 2010 at 10:45 am. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response or trackback from your site.