Ranting

This is pure ranting... FYI. Some portions may seem disrepecful, but the truth is the truth.

My mother.... I don't understand my mother. I honestly cannot wrap my head around the way she thinks. The woman works and goes full blast, because she has to. And those few moments of free time, meaning rest-time, turn into her squeezing 4,000 other things into that time period. She has felt sick and tired since last weekend, but yet what does she manage do? Take a blind woman to the bus stop in Meridian on Saturday, head-up and organize a trip to the Singing Christmas Tree in Meridian tonight and Christmas caroling the Thursday before Christmas.... very compassionate and noble things, but WAY too much. All I heard this morning from her was that she is stressing out because she has not done her Christmas shopping, how she wishes she could just stay home and clean, and how tired she is and how she hasn't been sleeping well.

So Amanda (the blind girl) needed to be taken back to Meridian to drop her cousin (which was the reason that we had to go to the bus stop Saturday) off. Amanda asks my mom for the help (again... I realize that sounds horrible, but someone cannot keep asking the same person for help when they know that the person is not feeling well and basically works four jobs). My mom, who has a job and is supposed to be working today, asks Jan to take her to Meridian. I later on receive a text message from Jan saying that my mom ended up going with them, had to help Amanda go get cheese in Walmart (and Walmart is crazy this time of the year) and run into Sams for kitty litter. What is the significance of this? (A) Why was Jan asked to take her in the first place? (B) My mom was supposed to come home and nap before going to the Singing Christmas Tree tonight.... that was not happening and didn't happen. (C) She was tired and didn't want to go to the Singing Christmas Tree but had to because she organized it.... No sense! That makes no sense. I politefully asked her why in the world did she go this afternoon with Jan when she knew that she would be so tired. "Because I felt guilty asking Jan to go." Her response was followed by tears and laments.

I do not understand why she does so much. It gripes the mess out of me for her and myself. As much as she has told me, "Sometimes, you just have to say 'no'," she refuses to abide by her own saying. I guess she will stop when she runs herself into the ground. Oh, wait. She cannot do that because she has to work. And as much as I try to help her, which usually comes to the point where I forcefully tell her to stop, I seem to push a button of no return.... and it's not a pretty result.

Pray for her. She apparently needs to Psalm 46:10 a boatload more than myself. Pray that she will shut-up and sit-down for once in her life and not feel compeled to get up and do more. Now excuse me while I go look for blood pressure medicine.