I had a conversation with my mother on Wednesday afternoon which concluded with her bringing my dad and their SUV to help me move some 50+ boxes.
I should have known better.
I texted her earlier today to bring water when she came by but low and behold….she forgot. No, she didn’t forget the water. She forgot entirely that she was supposed to come over. Oh but she sure didn’t forget to record The Walking Dead on her DVR for my sister. Sometimes being the non-favorite daughter is maddening.
So, not only did she forget about coming over to help me today but she forgot the whole conversation we had on Wednesday. She then proceeded to blamed me because I have a busy schedule.
This is why I never ask for help and blame myself for thinking I can.
So now I am staring at the realization that I have 50+ boxes to move with my little VW Jetta.
I actually just moved about 40 boxes with a dolly and trips back and forth between the apartments. (I’m only moving from one unit to another in the same apartment complex)
I need a drink….
I guess I should ask Eeyore to help me move. I would probably get a better response from him.
No wonder I trust no one on this planet. I can’t even trust my own family.