* much locked, so very *

* much locked, so very *

Sick to my stomach (unfortunate mind body connection). Dad is seeing the oncologist this morning. Last night Mom threw a tantrum because Dad wouldn't let her play with his ipad. A surprisingly accurate if imprecise statement. 

My brother and SIL bought the grandfathers each ipads when The First Male Grandchild was born so visiting and talking could be done over facetime (they live on the counterweight coast). For various reasons, it's a bit of a thing for my dad to use his. But he eventually figures it out or asks for assistance.

My mother seems to think she's the only one who should be allowed to help him and gets mad if he asks me, or if he is obviously frustrated but doesn't want her butting in before he has a chance to decide for himself if he needs or wants help. I am pretty sure she has a thing where somehow not wanting her help means he thinks she's stupid which is just, wow. Also, mom thinks she should be allowed to use his ipad. While, in general, my family has always shared stuff, there have been some things that don't get shared, and that ipad was a gift to my dad. So if he wants her to not use it, that's up to him. That pisses her off.

In addition, she thinks there's secret stuff being hidden on the ipad, and secret communications going on behind her back about her. Which is cute, because my dad has his passcodes and stuff written on a piece of paper in the box with the ipad. It's really secret. He just doesn't want a bunch of junk changed, downloaded, or otherwise messed with on the ipad, which my mom would do if she were using it, because all he does with it is the facetime with the grandchild.

Last night, my brother got in touch and my dad went to do the ipad thing, got frustrated or something for a few minutes, mom butted in, he told her to let him figure it out himself, she threw a tantrum. Like, threw the phone on the floor, stomped around, slammed doors, the whole thing.

I found this out because I stupidly came downstairs (I really need to grow my hair so somebody can rescue me from the freaking tower) to touch base with my mother, who has been sick with some nasty virus but is getting better, and I got a sound, not even a syllable, out of my mouth before she verbally attacked me with something incoherent about me and my dad running things, or being in control of things, or I don't even know what she was so random. Then she walked past me and slammed a door.

When my dad finished the call, he was super stressed. It seems my mom was so irate about the ipad that she refused to talk to my brother and the grandchild. On top of the other stuff I got told, which explained the crazy NYC street person verbal attack I was subjected to. So I listened and sat with my dad, and we talked about the maple sugaring going on this time of year and some other stuff for about an hour until he thought maybe he would try to sleep.

Sorry to be using you guys as an anti-emetic. You know how you get that vibratey thing when there's a lot of stress? Like, you have to be on high alert all the time, or something? I'm tired, and I'm stressed, and I'm nauseated.