Two Queens, One Castle

February 27, 2009 by  
Filed under Blog It Out, Bitch

There was a time when my mother and I did not get along. At all. Like, I would go in my room after a particularly bad blow-up and do the whole Eddie Murphy bit, “I… hate… her… I … hope… she… gets… hit… by… a… bus… and… dies!”

It was really bad as a teen. I would get fucked up. Not spanked. Not beaten. But fucked up. I grew up in a time when what was done then would be considered child abuse now. It’s just how it was. I remember one incident with a ketchup bottle. I was on the stairs leading up to the second floor of our apartment, and she was in the kitchen. I said something smart. She threw a ketchup bottle at me and it hit me in the knee. And I’m not talking those new-fangled plastic squeeze bottles. This was like twenty years ago so I’m talking a big ass, glass, Heinz-57, hard-ass, bottle of ketchup. To this day, I can only use ketchup packets.

Things didn’t get better for us until I moved out at 17 to live with my Dad. The older I got, the better our relationship became. I’m sure the reason why is obvious to everyone at this point. We are exactly alike; short-tempered, bossy, and demanding. Some time, distance, and maturity was needed in order for us to accept this as fact, and then later accept each other for what we were.

When I had Kali, things really changed for us. Being a mom gave me a new appreciation for what she had to go through with five of us. But still, I always thought what really began to heal our relationship was the distance and having our own space.

Well…

My Mom was recently, and suddenly, laid off in January. Donny and I extended the offer for her and my sister to come live with us, and she accepted. I wouldn’t have made the offer if I didn’t think it was the best thing for her. She needs a fresh start and I love where we live. Also, I hated Durham’s (NC) public schools and it was a leading factor in why Donny and I moved to Georgia before Kali was school-aged.

My Mom accepted our offer in early January, but said she couldn’t make the move until the end of February. I’ve been counting down the days and it’s finally here! My Mom will be moving in tomorrow!

It’s going to be nice having someone here to help with Jack, and my little sister (Kali’s aunt) is like a best friend to Kali since there’s only a two year age difference between them. And I’m not gonna lie, the help with Jack is HUGE. The way my house has been functioning lately pretty much goes like this:

Donny leaves for work at 5am. I get Kali off to school at 7:20.  Anything I get done during the day (schoolwork, housework, tweeting, blogging, and writing) is done at Jack’s mercy. When Donny gets home between 3:30-4pm, he takes Jack so I can knock out any studying and homework.  He usually makes dinner during this time and helps Kali with her homework. If it’s Tuesday or Thursday, I leave for school at 4:40 and Donny has the kids until I get home around 9:40. Either way, around 10 or 11pm Donny gives Jack back to me so he can go to bed. I’m at Jack’s mercy till he goes to sleep. Some nights this can be as late as midnight. I can’t go to bed then because usually I still have more schoolwork to do OR I take that time to write the next day’s blogs for my site. On Saturdays, I’m doing schoolwork all day while Donny has the kids, runs errands, and handles the housework. Sundays I take Kali out for a few hours, but when I get home it’s a repeat of Saturday.

We need help. So much so that I’m willing to make a conscious effort to make sure it works. No arguing, bickering and the like. And I’ve already had some practice! Due to a rental car/moving company mix-up, my mother had to come on Wednesday to drop off the majority of her stuff, and then head back to NC the next day. When she came in my room at 4:30am the next morning to say goodbye to Jack and I, she left the room saying, “I’ll be back on Saturday and we can get this house clean!”

Now, what I wanted to say was, “Excuse you? My husband spent his whole weekend cleaning and getting your room ready while I did massive amounts of homework and test-taking. THEN, he get home from work yesterday and spent three hours cleaning because of your last minute visit. Now, yes, my room is a hot ass mess right now, but it’s MY room. If I want to let clean clothes pile up in laundry baskets, and school books and baby toys take over the floor, that’s my business.”

Then I thought about it.

If she wants to clean, fuck it. Let her clean.

Things I’m Most Looking Forward To When My Mom Moves In

  1. A live-in babysitter who’d sooner die than see harm come to my kids, which means I might actually get to go to the movies again before Kali goes to college. Watchmen, here I come!
  2. Someone to make meatloaf, one of Donny’s faves, for my husband since I refuse to.
  3. Spending my whole spring break watching Battlestar Galactica from the beginning because she’s never seen it.
  4. Someone who will actually make my black ass do the things I should, but don’t, like work-out and go to church.
  5. Watching her with the Grandkids on a daily basis.
  6. Having my sis and Kali live together.

Wish us luck!

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That's so awesome, Nina.

My mom and I have always had a difficult relationship. It's a little better now, but I can't imagine living with her. She has a way of pushing my buttons and irritating me like no one else can. I should try your technique of just letting it go. Try not reacting...

It sure would be nice to have a trusted person to help out. I'm really happy for you and would love to have a similar experience with my mom.

You're going to have a full house of love and family - that's nice : )

See...that's my mantra right there, "Pick your own battles." Love it

BTW, I don't know how you do all that you do. You are superMOM.

I'll be praying for you girl. :)

My mom recently had surgery to remove cancer from her leg. At first, we weren't sure if her entire leg was going to be removed. She is single and has no other children. If she became disabled, we were planning to take her in. Praise God that everything worked out for the best...cancer gone, leg is fine. I'm glad she is ok and independant. I must acknowledge, however, that there was a part of me that was excited for her to move in so she could see her grandkids every day and babysit once in a while.

You know I was with this plan when you first proposed it, and I still am. But, I just realized that nothing has been said about what this means for Donny. I think he's going to be thinner and grayer by the end of the year.

Oh, I'm sure it'll be so nice to spend some time with your mom. I chose to leave home when I was 18 or 19 as my mum's boyfriend was a douche of the highest order. I've never moved back closer to home, and I do miss her.

I was in the post office last week and a mum and daughter werew getting their passports sent off and I thought 'That should be my and my mum doing stuff like that together.' I welled up.

I'm sure if you do have nay fallings out with your mum in time you'll be able to laugh about it later- and so will we, when you share with us :O)

Good god you have guts! Wish you good luck for a peaceful living experience.

Do you want my meatloaf recipe? No hardboiled egg...yeeeuck! or puddles of ketchup. or plain blaaaah slice of whatever. I make my late mom's recipe and it's meaty and good. Seriously. Yummy good. If you lived closer I'd make it for you.

No matter how good your relationships is now, I'd bet money you'll be posting some crazy-ass blogs in the next few months because your mother WILL DRIVE YOUR ASS CRAZY! I live with mine after having spent 4 years away from her and I love her to death but sometimes.... sometimes... I don't even want to say what I think sometimes. A grown woman bossing another grown woman around (and she will because that's what mom's do) - especially in your own home - will make smoke come out of your ears. I don't want to move in with you anymore. I don't like eggs in my meatloaf.

You and your mom are both grown women, i trust that when you two have an issue you will be able to work it out. However, Kali is what 8? And your sister is older right? 10? Do you think that having them in the same house will change the dynamics of their relationship? I don't want to worry you, but it was just what came to mind well reading this blog. When my niece and nephew lived with us for about 5 months, my daughter, who absolutely adored her cousin Logan beforehand, began to dislike him strongly.

Oh and Meatloaf?? I loathe it! Although I have come up with these Meatloaf muffin things out of a magazine I get, they are not bad. It's a good compromise between Keith and i.

Good luck. I'm trying to buy a house with my mom and the only way I would even think of doing it was a two family with my own floor. My mom and I don't get along. She is one of those Jamaican women that say whatever is on her mind. Argghhhhh.

My daughter is 9 and my sister is 10yrs. lol I take them out together and everyone thinks their both mine.

Goood Luck!!!!!!!!

Sounds like you and Sophie could trade stories.

"if she wants to clean, fuck it. Let her clean"

haha that line had me laughing. lol.

ohh & good luck =]

Girl, I decided not to fight it. LOL

I live in the house I grew up in. My parents bought a new house in the suburbs and I took over the "old" house. My mom still feels like it is hers. Well sometimes... ok, who am i kidding... I never can keep up with the housework involved with a 2200 sq foot house w/ 4 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms. I live there with my sister and she is a slob. I use to refuse my mothers ofers to help me clean on saturdays because I was too proud. I felt bad using her as a maid. Finally, just like you, I said "Fuck it. If she wants to clean my house, let her." It makes her feel useful. And it makes me feel less stressed. I love her and appreciate her for it.

My mother loves to come here and do laundry and considering we never have all of our laundry done, I'ma let her.

My mom is a neat freak. I don't ask her to clean and she makes me feel like a slob when she feels like she offers and I accept. Annoying!!

I know what you mean. It is hard to accept the help because you open yourself up to their criticism. Then I spend the afternoon biting my tongue. The last time my mom came, she and I were in the kitchen and she was wiping the counter saying something about how dirty it was, like she had to teach me what dirty looked like. I said to her, "I know it is dirty. That is why you are here. You don't have to keep rubbing my face in it." Surprisingly, that was the last criticism of the day.

"Some time, distance, and maturity was needed in order for us to accept this as fact, and then later accept each other for what we were."

Yes! Yes! and Yes! It is what me and my mama needed too.

By the way, I have a really awesome meatloaf recipe. Like what I have been searching for a really long time. I am sure your mama has her way but if in need let me know and I will send it!

I love you added along with schoolwork, housework, tweeting....LOL! and please don't stop blogging. EVER. I have read your blogs since I signed up for Myspace 3-4 years ago. I neeeeeeed blogs from NINA!

I see no reason for me to stop blogging anytime soon.

What's wrong with meatloaf?

Is it the squishing of the meat with the hands?

The egg?

I could never live with my mother... ever.

It's just grossy gross gross.

Never?

What if............. lol......... you had to live with a husband and four other wives or your mom?

Why won't you make meatloaf for Donny?

Have you guys sit down and actually had a talk about what the expectations of everyone are?

Because, well, your ass is GROWN now and she is living in YOUR house.

I wish you the best of luck.
I couldn't and wouldn't do it!

(and I have never ever in my life owned a wooden spoon, even being around them makes my stomach hurt)

Yeah, and we've had many years of a great relationship under our belt so it's not like it's a new thing, you know?

Good luck sista! You are a better woman than I because I begin to twitch when my mom visits for more than an hour!!

I'll just taking my twitching ass in my bedroom (my haven, even when it's messy) and close the door.

My Dad and I built a much better relationship when I moved to California. Sometimes space is a great thing.
If I had a house big enough to not cause drama I'd move my parents and my brothers in here with me. Living apart fro them has given me so much perspective.

Yeah, when there are states separating you, you start to appreciate family more.

Mom moving in sounds pretty cool. One of my big concerns with relocating in the near future is that my mom won't be a stones throw away to spend time with her grand babies once I have them. I think Kali is going to love it.

Food throwing incidents in the SassyK fam:
There is an old tale in my family of when my mom got so mad at my dad she poured an entire pitcher of red kool aid on him. As well as when my grandmother threw a loaf of bread at my uncle(it could have easily been a ketchup bottle) because he was driving her up a wall.

I love how black people call "red" a Kool-Aid flavor.

Oh so do we!!!

"What Flavor you want?"

"Red"

"What do you want to drink"

"Red Drink"

I am just going to ship you a truckload of votive candles so that you can pray to the Patron Saint of Two Titans Inhabiting the Same House.

Seriously though, I hear you on the help. It is something I love about my New Zealand family - we live an hour away from Dan's mum but she comes over on weekends all the time to help with the kids. We are both strong-willed women but we get on really well with one another - mutual respect and love.

Luck?....girl after reading the first 2 paragraphs, I'm going to have a prayer service for your ass..lol.

It's funny how our parents were tough as nails growing up but with the grandkids....they get away with murder! Like ma' how you let him do that? When I did that as a kid you damned there killed me.

Me myself, if Michael suggested his mother moving in, I have to plead the 5th. I mean my mother in law and I have a great relationship and I would like to keep it that way period. Have a good weekend Nina and give Jack and big kiss for me with his cute self.

Good luck! I'm looking forward to the blogs :)

I think it's great to have family living with you. When we're ready to buy our house we already know we want some sort of set-up so that my mom can live with us. A guesthouse or MIL suite would be best, but the time is coming soon when she won't be able to work anymore and will need help. And I sure won't be complaining about a free babysitter and someone who loves to cook and clean.

I can relate somewhat. As a teenager I can't even count the times I got backhanded for being bitchy and even though I deserved some I resented being called out on my attitude. Thankfully, growing up fixed alot of our problems and now we are in really great terms, there is nothing we can say to each other that will change that now.
She stayed with us right after my pregnancy and it was the great. Having her experience and help was wonderful. Grandma's are great at putting babies to sleep ;). I'm sure things won't alway go smoothly, but you both will get along well.

girl i wish you the best of luck. hopefully your relationship with her improved so much that it works out.

and dont wry, im pretty sure ur not the only one whose had a bad relationship with her mom. I have and still kind of do. I just dont trust her. -_- sadly.

As long as she understands that you need to be online for my amusement, this will work out just fine.

Make sure she leaves the hardboiled egg out of the meatloaf. ;-)

Girl, you know she gonna put that nasty-ass egg in there. Another reason I grew up hating meatloaf.

I wish you all the best of luck. I know it will be great having them there with you. :-)

Good luck, Nina. I hope it all works out!!!

Nothing ever good comes of parents moving in or vice versa. At least the blogs will be very interesting.

Amen to the interesting blogs!

YEP!! IM TRYING 2 FIND AWAY 2 GET MY POPS OUT. BIGGEST MISTAKE...STRAINED OUR RELATIONSHIP & IM A BIG DADDYS GIRL!

I had a similiar relationship with my mother, a lot of it came from the fact that i felt abadoned by her.. Me being a bratty, know-it-all teenager, I used to throw that in her face every chance I got. Until, one day we had the blow out of all blow outs and after that, with a little growing up from both sides we became the best of friends. I love my mommy!

My grandmother is one of those "doesn't think it's clean until she cleans it" type of people. My aunt complains all the time about it, but she's damn happy when the shits done when she walks into the house.

Goodluck with everything. I'm sure we will have some great blogs about funny mother/daughter situations.

I'm looking forward to the fact that she likes to do laundry. I have a short attention span when it comes to laundry. I do two loads and then forget the rest.

I hate doing laundry. I can wash it all day but when it comes to walking up and down the stairs to fold it, put it away I get so turned off. Call it lazy, but I will put it off for as long as possible.