I've just been subjected to another example of discretionary faux pas. For the second time in recent months I've witnessed a mother disclose extremely personal and private information about one of their adult children.
While I totally understand the need to talk through/share difficult life circumstances. Even though it's your adult child's relationship issues, it is still a stress filled and challenging life event - especially for a caring mother. None-the-less, is it proper ? acceptable? appropriate? for a mother to disclose all the private, personal details of their adult child's life issues? Do all mothers talk about their children like that? DID MY MOTHER TALK ABOUT ME LIKE THAT ??? Probably, OMG!
When does sharing cross the line and become gossiping? even amongst "friends". How/when did motherhood become a license to disclose all their children's secrets. For some reason I find it especially perplexing when it's your adult child's secret. OMG - that's unfair - a mother SHOULD respect her child and his/her privacy regardless of the child's age!
Or am I mistaken? Maybe I have an overly developed sense of privacy. If I want to disclose personal issues about myself - that's my business. But I sure as H don't want my mother talking about me!!!
Opps - I guess I'll have to stop talking about her now.... Hmmmmmmm.
Post Script. This weekend I witnessed another episode of Motherhood indiscretion. So, it appears to be ubiquitous, and, at least in their mind, this type of misstep is excused under the mantle of "but I/she was just so concerned for you dear".
That gets another hmmmmmmmmm.
Friday, June 29, 2007
Monday, June 18, 2007
What do I hate more than Mondays ? Spending the weekend cleaning. I realllllly don't know what gets into me, but every now and then I get this incredibly stupid urge - no, not an urge a need to clean. I don't mean run a duster around the room, I mean move every piece of furniture, on your hands and knees scrubbing- type of cleaning. It took me ALL WEEKEND, and I barely finished (ok - I didn't really finish - either room - but they're sortakinda back together).
Of course, while in the act of cleaning I also need to move each piece of furniture to new parts of the room/house. Some might, just might suspect that the real urge is not to clean, but to move furniture! AHA - perhaps you're right. I must admit I'm beginning to suspect that myself. I think it's a need for "something new" a new design - a new flooplan - maybe it is a displaced urge from lack of shopping. My mother used to change her dining room linens each season, from one colour to another, as if it made any difference.
Oh maybe it's just the influence of all those fabulous home design shows on HGTV. Who knows and who cares, I do know one thing - I'm not getting any younger, and these "urges" are taking a heavier toll on the old bod. I think I'll skip Yoga tonight and go home to nurse the sore and achy muscles.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
A friend was complaining to me the other day 'cause her 20+ year old cat is not using her litter box as she should. Bad cat, bad cat. Maybe it's getting senile, maybe it's sick, maybe you should breakdown and take it to the vet.... Maybe I should MYOB. Well, the fates are working overtime. Sada (my cat) decided not only to throwup, and not just once or twice but three times, but to combine that with her usual - hey I can go #2, all over the house! AND I mean allover. So I spent my day off cleaning up the cat's mess! Who says they're better than having a kid?