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    07-11-2007
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.the peculiar habbits of R.H.

    Mum has the tendency to go over the top with her cleaning. Instead of doing to most necesarry tasks first, like sweeping and mopping the floor, taking the dust off, cleaning the windows, starting with the most visible rooms. Mum does it the other way around. Like washing off the stairs’ ceiling and walls. This was the week before my sister got married. She started off with those tasks and ended up panicing the day before the marriage because she hadn’t finished cleaning everything. She still had to do the kitchen, livingroom and toilet around 7 pm. The three places the guests would be seeing. She was then getting very nervous about minor things, snapping at everything and everyone for no good reason. It’s not that much work to clean those rooms, not unless you’re R.H. She didn’t see the wood  for the trees! She had to take some sedative that night.

     

    Occasionally she drops her cloth to try and fix something. Taking the specific object all apart to later leave it when she’s gotten to the point she has to admit she can’t do it. That’s when she’s done more harm than good or when she doesn’t have all the tools to do it. Only today she tried to fix a table. It’s still not fixed. A while back she had a go at my sink. I had tried it before actually. It turned a bit into a messy disaster when I dismantled the thing without putting a bucket underneath it first. All the water splashed onto the floor. Later when I tried putting it all back together I saw a plastic ring was missing. I put it back together anyway. The first couple of weeks it was leaking a bit, but advantually it stopped. Later I had a bit of trouble again with my sink but I left it, figuring I would really need the ring this time and I didn’t want to dismantle it twice. So one day I asked mum for help when I had to get my computer upstairs. When I got into my room with part of the computer she was about to dismantle my sink. She did think of a bucket though. When she had to put the whole thing together again she noticed the plastic ring missing. She left off leaving my sink like it was… When I’m in my room now, it’s like I’m in some disgusting pipe. I can’t put cleaning stuff in it, because it’s all in pieces at the moment.

     

    Mum also has this habbit of ignoring all you’re saying when you’re telling her something’s not working. She has to see for herself. The other day our cooker had the electricity falling out every time we turned one on. I tried every button and dad turned the electricity on each time. We figured some water got into it. When mum got back I told her she had to wait for tea a bit because of the cooker that wasn’t working, presuming water got in. She went into the kitchen as I said to dad “ She’ll see for herself…”. FLASH. Electricy fell out.

    “Is it just the little one?”

    “No, it’s all of them.”

    FLASH

    Mum puts electricity back on and returns to the kitchen.

    “You sure it’s not just the one?”

    “Yes”

    FLASH

    Mum puts electricity back on and returns to the kitchen.

    “But that red light’s still on and none of the burners are on?”

    “Well, it’s broken, isn’t it?”

    “Probably some water that got in…”

     

    She’s rather funny at these occasions.

    07-11-2007 om 00:00 geschreven door narcissique.  

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    05-11-2007
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.The metacommunication of R.H.

    My relationship with my dad is two-sided. We share our interests and we can talk about all sorts of subjects. Dad sometimes tell's me to read a book or to listen to a song. We talk about our views on things or things we've heared. We talk about the way we are and how that influences our behavior and even the other side of our relationship. Talking with and seeing him too often (he works at home) has it's downside. We often get aggitated by eachother. Dad sometimes feels like I've got some nerve not doing what I'm told straight away. And I often think my dad's like a spoiled child. He always wants to have things his way. And when we frustrate eachother it can last for days, weeks, months. It's got a big influence on the both of us. Sometimes it's very subtle and not seen by outsiders, but I always know when we're in conflict and I always know where it came from.
    My relationship with my mum is different. It's one I don't understand as well as I understand the one I have with dad. Years I spend trying to figure out what ticks me off and what ticks him off. And by now I've got a good picture of the dynamics between us.
    Me and my mum, however, have a whole different interaction. I might dedicate a few blogs about it to try and figure it out.
    It might be because of the way we approach eachother. I can't remember a single conversation about our interests. As I've said in a previous blog, everything between us is practical. I don't actually think of them as conversations. They're mostly all just single questions bound together. And the questions she asks me, annoy me a big deal. They annoy me, cause they are often asking something else.  "What is "chatting" ?", would mean: "Is this costing me anything?". "Where have you been?" , often means "Did you go to class?".  "When do your exams start?" equals " When do I have to start keeping an eye on you?" . And if she sees me reading around the time exams are coming up and she wonders if I'm studying, she asks "What are you reading?". Often the second question is closer to what she really wants to know. I always find it annoying.

    She means well and it shows good parenting. But we'd know a lot more about eachother if we really talked. My mum's side of the family don't have a lot of social skills. I'm afraid I sometimes take after them. Or I fear I do and doubt my sincerety when I talk to people and I lose all spontaneity and end up doing what I feared I'd do.

    05-11-2007 om 20:56 geschreven door narcissique.  

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