This is not a funny post. I am essentially writing this for my IRL friends who know my pain. Sorry. I'll bring funny back another day.
My parents spent three days last week at my house. My mom asked me no fewer than 9 times why my family was not getting the swine flu shot. She was just obsessed over this and would not leave it alone. By the end I snapped and just...well...I wasn't as patient and loving as I normally try to be.
My dad was my dad. I just duck and cover the entire time we are together. I can do no right and so I have just stopped trying. So you can imagine the relief I felt when they went home. I feel so guilty that I feel that way, but it's true.
But then they were in a bad car accident a few days ago. A young girl rammed into them with her brand-new SUV. No one was seriously injured, but their car was totalled. My dad, however, in his stubborn state of mind that he lives in, DROVE THE CAR HOME! His seat was broken and he DROVE IT HOME. He won't see a doctor about his pain and my mom just had all that neck stuff going on, now she gets to go through it all over again.
I can't control my parents. But I don't feel like they should be 5 hours away when they can't make good judgments for themselves. I just feel trapped. And I feel like a bad daughter. I should be there, but I can't do that to myself.
Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.