Irrationality Wins Again!

Last night I come home after a long day..about 10pm.  Mom had spent the day rearranging the kitchen.  It looked good.  But I wondered  how she did it all.  I looked in the cabinets trying to see where everything was.  In particular I was looking for my sea salt.  Mae comes to the kitchen and I say hello.  She immediately begins to yell and carryon about what I am not sure.  She was saying all sorts of crazy things like I have an attitude and that I must make so much that I can’t talk to her.  Nuts.  All I said to her was HELLO!  Nothing more.  I asked her what in the world she was talking about.  She said she was referring to Sunday night when she wanted to talk at midnight.  I was working on my computer and told her that I wanted to talk to her but midnight was not the time.  I offered her Tuesday as I would be off work at the regular time and would get home semi early.  She refused.  She insisted that we talk and of course it was not talk.  It was accusing me of all sorts of things.  She said I did not love her, that I normally sit up til 2 or 3 am each night so this time was good for me.  Now that did not make any sense what so ever.  My day begins at 5.  I told her she was making stuff up that made no sense.  I could not possibly make it on 2 hours of sleep and get up at 5 am.  Where is she getting this stuff? 

Finally at 12:20 or so I told her that this was NOT talking and that I still had computer things to do and I had to get to bed as well.  She finally left.  So last night she says she wants to know why Tuesday and not Monday.  I told her…Tuesday I get off semi early and that I would have time to talk to her.  Off course this was not acceptable.  She insisted that me telling her that was me having attitude.  I told her no.  I was not the one with the attitude.  I simply told her HELLO and she was in instant attack mode and the one with the attitude.  She then left me alone and went to her room. 

I tried to do my work, but was stopped because my child was working on a book report till about 11.  She had put this off till the last minute.  So tonight again I will attempt to do some work on my computer.  I am sure it will not be well received as Mae said she got no satisfaction from our “talk” on Sunday night at midnight.  ????????  I do not get it.   All she did was yell and carry on in a low voice but it still was abusive and based not in anything close to reality.  All I have to do is walk in the door and it begins.  She must spend all her time just thinking of all the things she imagines that I am doing to her each day. 

When she is in this frame of mind, I wish you all could see her physical appearance. Her face is all screwed up, lips pursed out.  It is like a mask of extreme anger.  Why?  Because I walked in the door and said HELLO! 

Tonight awaits!