I am going to have to honestly say that my mom has bipolar disorder.  She's off her mania, and now onto the crabby, depressive state. 

Today she calls and says "You better be at home, because I need to go somewhere," on my answering machine.  LOL  Uhhhh yeah, I'll be calling you RIGHT back when you talk to me like that, ma.....I'll get right on it.

NOT.

Then I finally call her, and she told me I had something she needed and told me to call her back when I found it.  So I looked for hours because she told me it was in my purse, when it wasn't.  She wasn't even happy I found it, she was pissy.  Threatened to start driving again and tried to guilt me about not being able to drive herself.  I am sick of this shit.

Remember what I said?  I am pretty sure I blogged about it.  If she talks about driving one more time, I will have her license stripped.  And now she's done it.  So it's happening.  I am not going to play this game with her anymore. 

*sigh*  Now I have to take her places tomorrow and I am dreading it.  UGGGHHH.  Oh well.  Now I need to print out the papers to have her license taken away. 

AND I am going to make an appointment with a psych for her to get diagnosed as bipolar so she can get on the right meds.  Or maybe I can just move away and have nothing to do with her anymore??  Yay!! 

I wish.

Why can't she just be a sweet old lady?  *sigh*


(SIDENOTE:  Mother got a message from my father's sister (my aunt) asking about me, so we'll see what her response is....now that she's in her grouchy/depressive mood...I will update when I find out.)