The Most Fun You’ll Never Have, Kathleen’s Amazing Bathroom Tour!

 

imageKathleen Swain and her daughters

Upper Left, Linda Swain Bethea, Right, Phyllis Swain Barrington

First Row Left, Kathleen Holdaway Swain (see how deceptively nice she looks)  Connie Swain Miller, Marilyn Grisham
It’s discouraging writing about my mother, Kathleen Holdaway Swain.  Despite my long, rich history of complaining endlessly about the trials of dealing with her, she keeps getting the best of me.  It’s made worse because I tower over her, outweigh her, and am much more physically imposing, but then, who isn’t?  I do my best to take care of her, and should I exhibit the slightest impatience, onlookers treat me like I am maligning a saint.  Granted, she is tiny, far less than five feet tall, has a squeaky Minnie Mouse voice, and looks like a delightful little old church-lady.  Though she smiles and greets every soul she meets, inwardly she is malicious and conniving, constantly plotting to make me look bad.  Sometimes it doesn’t take much.

Not so long ago, my sisters and I took Mother on a girl-trip.  We were laughing just before we got out of the car about the way she’d lecture us against potential bad behavior before she had to drag the five of us hyenas (her word) into a store or business. When we inevitably started to ask for stuff, anyway, despite her stern warning, she’d fix us with a look from Hell and warn, “Don’t start!  Just don’t start!”  That dried us right up.  

First of all, Mother is the slowest person in the history of Motherdom, in case I never mentioned it before.  As she walks along, she keeps a look out for lost coins in the parking lot and frequently finds them, additionally stopping to greet all passersby.  This was the first stop of the trip. I was hurrying ahead leaving her to drag up the rear, since I had to buy gas, thinking my sisters could keep her out of trouble.  Rather than dawdling with them as they got out of the car, she came running behind me like her life depended on not getting left, and believe me, it was not because she intended to buy gas.  She has four daughters to take care of that.  As a joke, she picked it where our conversation left off, calling behind me, “Linda, wait for me!  I want you to buy me…….”

            Not realizing we had an audience of a couple in their late sixties, I called out behind me, without bothering to look, knowing she was just continuing our conversation from the car.  “Don’t start!  Just don’t start!”  Men in their fifties and sixties just love Mother, assuming she is just a sweet, little old lady, just like their dear mother.  They have no idea of the trouble she is capable of.  The man glared at me, striding into the store, leaving my poor, mistreated, little, old mother alone and uncared for, abandoned in the parking lot.  He took her by the arm and helped her into the store, making sure she had all the attention she needed.  He fixed her up with a sandwich and coffee, after fixing me with a scathing look of hatred.  I had no idea what I might have done till she rubbed my nose in it later.  I only wish he’d hung around long enough to know she was on her way to destroy the bathroom, literally, but more on that tomorrow.

To be continued…….

 

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A Narcissist’s Enablers are Guilty

Reblogging. I will not be a coward.

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A Narcissist and Her Flying MonkeysI’ve seen narcissistic enablers referred to as ‘Flying Monkeys”.

A Narcissist’s Enablers are also Guilty

I just found this post.

It is the first post on the topic of Narcissism that takes up the problem of enablers who  do nothing to stop the abuse or who actively participate in the abuse.

I call it the “Well, he’s always nice to me,” syndrome.

Narcissists are consummate and skillful liars.

By spreading false stories about their target, they are able to win people to their camp.

One characteristic of this personality disorder is apparent lack of conscience or remorse.

Narcissists also have a difficult time with accountability.

If they are confronted about their behavior. they will generally fly into a rage.

There’d be no such thing as narcissistic abuse if it weren’t for the enablers.

These are the folks who sit on the sidelines and watch someone else being whipped.

They could…

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Exercise as important as Food or Sleep?

This woman is smart! Check out Divorce With Me.

Divorce With Me

Exercise is at the top of my list of resolutions for 2016. Nothing original about that as it seems to be high in everyone’s list.


But something really clicked in my mind the other day.

Captain gave me a bit of a lecture how I don’t really do much for myself since I’m always busy taking care of everyone else. And I responded that I now do much more for myself than ever before. I go to the gym regularly and get to spend quality time with him. These are now my outlets.

But he responded that the gym is not “me” time as much as it’s a necessity.

Wha????


I never really thought of exercise as important as sleep or food or water.

Mind blown.


I always felt as if getting to the gym was strictly a way to treat myself. A luxury, of sorts.

And…

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Do Unto Others As You Want Done For You: Let Me Promote Your Page

Reblogged from Dream Big, Dream Often. Danny is a generous guy.

Dream Big, Dream Often

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I believe a large part of my growth is the fact that I promote others as a way to promote my page.  I adopted this practice after about 7 months of blogging and it changed everything for me.

You must be willing to do for others what you are asking them to do for you: support, read, share, comment and like their page.

Click the link below and leave your link for me to share you with my readers!

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