....Or not, as the case may be...
So my bro went awol last night again. I left work at around 6pm and was still in town when he texted me to tell me he was ok but wouldn't be going back and wouldn't be answering phone calls. So I picked up a cheeseburger from Maccies and went to the boyf's, where I sat for an enjoyable hour watching tv and drinking tea.
Next I had to deal with my mum. Apparently she'd found a lump the previous evening and had gone to the docs to get it checked out. Knowing how melodramatic my mum is, I'm not worried, and neither are the docs yet. Its more likely to be a freckle - that's how neurotic she is. Anyway, as the phonecalls increased, she started threatening to take a load of sleeping pills, so thats when I had to pack up and head over. My bro was still sending me texts at regular intervals so I knew he was alright.
I got to my mum's and found that she'd called the police. Poor little Merlin had been thrown in the garage but was subsequently rescued. Had to wait around for the police to arrive, and when they did, I recognised one of the officers and he said he knew me but couldn't quite place it. The boyf made a joke under his breath about knowing me from my 'other job', but luckily only I caught it. Twas weird tho. I mean this guy was massive, probably 6'7", not easily forgettable!
Anyway, the police confiscated one of my bro's replica guns that he collects and I showed the big guy his room that my mum claimed he'd 'trashed'. I'd love for my mum to see a normal teenagers room before and after its been trashed (usually you can't tell much diference) - my bro's room was pristine. I then proceeded to take Merlin and the boyf home with me to sit by the phone awaiting news.
As I had predicted, he came home as soon as it started going dark. My mum wanted to come round to collect Merlin again but as the boyf was rolling around on the floor with him I said she could come get him before we went to work in the morning instead. The boyf said to me that he'd felt really uncomfortable and embarassed whilst at my mum's because of the way she had behaved and what she had said, and we both agreed that she had wasted police time.
Still, I'm a bit miffed that the boyf so openly declares his disgust for my mum's parenting skills. Ok, she's a bad mum and in no way maternal, and only ever cares about how she is perceived and what affects her, but she's still our mum and unfortunately I have to be there for her rain or shine until I'm unable to, cos she's got no one else. He told me that my family life and upringing etc is 'not normal'. "Well its normal to me" I replied. "But it's not normal" he insisted. I tried to explain that it may not be his kind of normal, because he grew up in a 2.4 family-type surrounding, but its all I've ever known, so it is normal to me. He just doesn't get it. He has an ideal image of families because his family life is so picture-book, whereas to me, I think that amount of harmony in one family is weird. Oh well.
Anyway, a pleasant evening was spent with the kitten and some pizza, even though my princess growled at him and wouldn't let him go upstairs. And now its morning, my mum's been to collect Merlin and I've warned her that I'm not a babysitting service. Haven't heard from my bro but apparently he's back to normal at my mum's. Phoned in and explained to work why I'd be taking the morning off to catch up on sleep (and blogging - hee hee)....
....and now just had to rescue my cat from the mean yellow one next door who was stood on our fence growling at her. She's so fat and pathetic - all she can do is growl!!!
Might try to have a little nap......
