Practice Makes Perfect...
Okay, tomorrow I'm having to take a half day off work to take my parents to the eye doctor. My mother (Mrs. Selfish) has such severe anxiety attacks that she want me to tell her when their appointment is. Don't ask. Doing the choreography around her anxiety is enough to make me slap her (never would).
So now I'm just planning the details for tomorrow (Fri). I just thought about how their appointment is later in the afternoon and they probably won't make it back for dinner in the dining room at the assisted living facility. That makes me mad because I forgot about that when I scheduled the appointment.
I keep thinking maybe I should drink and drive (I don't drink) before I pick them up, perhaps I should start drinking at dinner. All these thoughts are just making me cringe about tomorrow's appointment and evening.
This time around I'm going to try and take this in stride, but it will be so hard not to insult my mother when she talks about how fat she is (that's a whole other story if you haven't read on another posts). Hearing my dad ask the same question about my car (previously his). I sure don't think I'm ready for this, but I'm going to try and take my "attitude" up a notch - for the better.
Although I have to say, I don't know if I can resist commenting on her weight by offering her a cookie from what I make her weekly. This coming from a woman who used to insult me about gaining weight and offering me all these "suggestions". This will be priceless to say the least.
I told my husband I'm picking him up for dinner if we start running late from the doctor's, and he's like "OH NO I'm not!" and I already have the devious plan in my mind how that will work.
How many times must we practice to get it perfect? Has anyone out here improved with age and/or time? Sheesh, I feel like this is a never-ending battle. I'll let you know if I have my wits about me tomorrow night.