Another reason my mother is horrible: always have to blame someone.
Another reason my mother is horrible: always have to blame someone. It has to be a named person's fault. Circumstances, random chance, unhelpful confluence of events - nope, blame someone, it's always their fault. And no, this is not about responsibility; that's different. Also, know that she would always have done it right or better.
Example: broken deck umbrella gets put by the trash cans at the curb for collection. They do not pick it up.
Potential reasons:
It's not the week for picking up large trash.
It fell over and they didn't see it.
They're lazy and if it isn't in the garbage can for the automated machine, they don't get out of the truck and pick it up.
There's some special trash regulation about how to get old deck umbrellas picked up.
Her explanation: her husband put it out wrong.
Of course, there also has to be the context of her being inordinately thrown off kilter over a stupid umbrella not getting picked up. It is annoying, mildly inconvenient, but it's really not a major crisis about which to get all lathered up.
Also? The solution does not lie in getting upset and/or placing blame. Rather, try calling the town and asking if there's some special process, or do you need to request a special pick-up? Annoying, but easily solved.
There was also a kerfuffle about her wanting to just leave it by the curb, as if that would prove anything, but I resolved that for several reasons and put it in the garage, where she could not conceive of a place for it existing but was exasperatedly willing to allow me to put it somewhere. P.S. Until she finds a reason to have a problem with where I put it.
Example: broken deck umbrella gets put by the trash cans at the curb for collection. They do not pick it up.
Potential reasons:
It's not the week for picking up large trash.
It fell over and they didn't see it.
They're lazy and if it isn't in the garbage can for the automated machine, they don't get out of the truck and pick it up.
There's some special trash regulation about how to get old deck umbrellas picked up.
Her explanation: her husband put it out wrong.
Of course, there also has to be the context of her being inordinately thrown off kilter over a stupid umbrella not getting picked up. It is annoying, mildly inconvenient, but it's really not a major crisis about which to get all lathered up.
Also? The solution does not lie in getting upset and/or placing blame. Rather, try calling the town and asking if there's some special process, or do you need to request a special pick-up? Annoying, but easily solved.
There was also a kerfuffle about her wanting to just leave it by the curb, as if that would prove anything, but I resolved that for several reasons and put it in the garage, where she could not conceive of a place for it existing but was exasperatedly willing to allow me to put it somewhere. P.S. Until she finds a reason to have a problem with where I put it.
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