So I sent your Vancouver grandma a bouquet of flowers today with a note saying, "Get well, we love you. Love Aidan, Dennis, and Stephanie". I wanted to make sure she knew I did the best I could. I was extending the olive branch because she obviously wasn't doing it. When I came home daddy asked me if I had sent flowers to his mom. I said yes. He said that he had spoken to her on the phone and she asked if he had sent her flowers. He didn't even know what she was talking about. Daddy is so clueless when it comes to things like this. I have yet to get flowers from daddy. It's not about wasting your money on something that will eventually die, but it's about making the person that receives the flowers feel special.
I think your Vancouver grandma felt guilty when she received the flowers. She called me tonight to explain why she was mad. At this point I don't really care. I know how she is now and now I know that I can't be totally myself around her. I have to watch whatever I do because if I don't it will eventually come back to bite me. She basically said that she wasn't upset about us not calling. She was more upset at the fact that we were computer literate and yet we didn't have the time to research online about her condition and what we could do to make it better. She was saying how her friends were telling her that there was a shingles specialist in Toronto, blah blah blah. You know what? I do care that she was sick and all, but I'm also taking care of you. You have been sick ever since you've been in daycare and honestly you come before her. I'm so tired coming home from work and I want to use up my energy taking care of you.
That's all I have to say.
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