Someone pulled on my cabinet so hard that it broke my hinges off in the kitchen, the one with the baby locks on them, so I had to fill in the holes on the cabinet door with wood glue and reattach them.  The kids both say (they're adults, not children, mind you) it wasn't them and it wasn't my hubby or me.  If they kids had done it, they'd say immediately "Oh yeah, that was me, sorry".  But I think my mother started yanking on it and it broke.  Maybe, maybe not.  It could just be that they're old, too.  But it's odd that it just so happened to the one with a lock on it.  So, she got free access to my fucking cabinet, filled with cleaners for 24 hours while the glue dried.  Knowing that in the past my mother has stolen my items before, I now need to raid her room while she's out to make sure she didn't take any of my cleaners or my scrubbies.  

Sigh.  

I wish I didn't have to hide things from her, but she uses them for disgusting things and then cleans my sink and counters and stove with them.  

The funniest part?  It didn't break my child locks! LMAO  I am sure that's what she was trying to do, but it didn't.  It just pulled the screws out of the holes in the cabinet door.  OOPS.  

Well, anyways, that cracks me up.  

Also, she's noticed the cameras and has said nothing.  She's also said nothing about the locks on the cabinets, too.  One day, I was looking into the kitchen to see who was making noise, and saw my mother looking directly into the camera at me LOL  I was like....uhhhh.....okay.  She stood there for many seconds and then just walked away and said nothing.  She's never brought them up or asked about them.  I am not sure what that means.  But it's never good.

Another thing is that she has always pushed back on my rules.  But now she goes overboard to show me she's following them, only to not follow other rules.  I keep telling her to keep her bedroom door closed, and she refuses.  My mother has a cat.  He's an asshole.  And he attacks my dog.  And my dog LOVES cats.  But he literally tries to kill her cat.  A) I don't want the cat killed.  B) I don't want to have to deal with the aftermath of my dog murdering a cat (like, having to put him down or something).  C) my dog knows the cat lives in her room and will seek him out to attack him, just as the cat seeks out my dog to attack him.  They are like oil and water, if oil and water wanted to murder each other.  I am not even exaggerating here.  The dog will eventually murder that cat if the crazy bitch doesn't shut her fucking door.  

My ENTIRE THING was having my mother go to rehab after a knee replacement and I was going to get rid of her stupid cat and say he ran away.  Now, I am going to have to try to catch the little asshole outside and do it.  But that will never happen, as whenever my mother is around, he's terrified of everyone else but her.  When she's not around, he loves everyone, including dogs.  

This cat needs a good home, away from my mother (who abuses him), and away from my dog.  He's also a menace to dogs in general, so he needs to go to a non-dog home.  I will call the shelter (non-kill) first before bringing him to make sure they have room.  If they don't, I am not sure what we'll do.  

Today mother is walking around like she's got sticky shoes.  She's picking her knees up and says to my husband "Look, now people don't have to hear my dragging feet!"  She's so freaking weird sometimes.  Which is a bad thing, as she may fall again (she recently fell after putting her leg up on a chair to put lotion on).  I had a dream last night that she fell in the basement, and I had to call 911.  I swear, I can't even get away from this crap in my sleep. 

That is all for now.  The cabinet is fixed (for now) and we're going to clean out our basement this weekend and the garage next week.  Mr. Brooks is in spring break from college so we can get some work around the house done, finally.  We're both looking forward to it.  

Okay, that is all for now.