Politics usually never comes up. I would say only once or twice a year if at all.
It is really confusing. I really didn't think it would be that big of a deal.
Whatever, there is nothing I can do about it now.
Let's just eat my chicken tenders and watch some Me-tube. Some Life of Dom sounds pretty good.
He has been putting together a pumpkin patch for his subscribers lately, and it has been very interesting to me.
Because this is what you really need to focus on. Not the news or politics, but good people living their best lives. That's real food for the soul. Why depress yourself with things you can't control?
In the words of a probably not so great guy, "forget about it."
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After finishing my chicken tenders. I go to take my plate upstairs.
In the kitchen I wipe the crumbs into the trash can and then put the plate into the dishwasher.
When the dishwasher clicks closed I hear my mom's voice.
"Hey bud, I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier. Work today has just been hectic and chaotic. Dave has been particularly snotty and rude. And everyone is asking me for things while nobody is willing to help me. It has been a real show of things today. Anyway, I ended up taking it out on you, and I'm sorry for that." My mom apologized.
"Yeah, it's ok, I kind of figured it was something like that." I lied through my teeth. I really didn't give it any thought whatsoever.
"I swear they are like toddlers, none of them can function without me. I am doing work that is not even my responsibility. Then I have to deal with Amy, you know who." She exasperated.
"Yeah" I reply.
"She has been having one of those days, where she is just having one anxiety attack after another. And I have to be the one to talk her down from the edge. Because that is just what my job has become." Mom ranted.
I responded, "Yeah, that really isn't your responsibility.".
"Yeah, like I have so much of my own work to do, now I have to deal with all of this! I am going to be working all night." My mom half groaned out.
"Yeah." I can't respond with much, but it's an honest reply.
Because honestly what am I supposed to say?
"Well, rant over." She took a deep breath, "back to work." Mom turned back towards her office.
"Ok." I call out as I, myself head back to my office.
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Back in my office I think about that whole little exchange, it was nice to get an apology, but I still had to deal with the initial blow up.
Though, perhaps that's life, people experiencing emotions.
You have to let people express their emotions, but that also doesn't mean you let people walk all over you.
But, well, she's my mom. Can't do anything about that.
Besides true reflection speaks volumes on character.
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Dinner time, 8 O'clock at night.
Like most of our food it was full of preservatives and was waiting in the freezer.
We decided on an oven baked frozen pizza. My mom likes garlic chicken thin crust pizza, while I like 4 cheese or margarita thin crust pizza. However, recently my mom went to PriceCo for the first time and picked up a 3 pack of frozen pizza that she wants to try. She had a sample in the store and said it was really good.
So after heating the oven up and putting the pizza in we had to wait for 15 minutes for it to cook.
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After 15 minutes the oven timer for the cheese pizza went off.
As I was sliding the pizza onto the plate, my mom came walking into the kitchen from her office. She was beckoned by the chime of the oven and the enchanting smell of the pizza.
My mom said, "I think I'm going to take a break to eat, and then get back to it.".
"Ok." I replied while grabbing the pizza cutter.
I was a bit annoyed because this pizza didn't come with a cardboard disk to cut it on, like our usual one did. So I had to cut the pizza on a ceramic plate, which is really not what you want to do.
Screech.
Squeak.
After cutting up the pizza into 8 pieces, my mom told me, "Ok buddy, take what you want."
"No no, you get what you want and I'll just eat what is left." I responded the same way I had done thousands of times before.
She knows I'll respond the same way, which is annoying to repeat, but I also know she is being polite and courteous. Which I cannot fault.
my mom grabbed 3 and I took what was left.
Mom brought her pizza over to the couch, to turn the TV on.
We used to eat at the small informal dining room but now, she sits on the large sectional couch, while I sit at the head of the dining table in the formal dining room. Luckily for me it looks straight over the couch to the TV, so I can watch while I eat, as any first world person would.
My mom usually would watch either a home renovation show or a detective show about solving murders.
Because of her work she is interested in how other people design things, but because we have done our fair share of renovations on our previous houses. We are not too keen on doing any more renovations.
We only renovated the downstairs recently because a pipe burst and flooded the downstairs. Which was quite the hassle to fix. But it does certainly look a whole lot better.
Mom turns around to look at me and asks, "What do you want to watch?"
"I don't know, whatever is fine." I'm not usually too interested in what she wants to watch at dinner, so long as it's not anxiety inducing.
"Ok."
With that response she opens up a murder mystery show. One that has been a particularly good watch lately, it's called Only Murderers in the Block.