Mother's Day Weekend

Mother's Day Weekend

Well after another flopped Mother's day, I can say I am through celebrating that holiday.  Of one thing I am sure, good manners and R E S P E C T are still positive things, unless you live in the Netherlands and have an obstinate dutch woman that has no manners or respect. 
After spending hours standing on my feet baking one layer at a time crepes to make a 20 layer crepe for her, I arrive to find she has gone shopping for a few hours to shop for a pie for Mother's Day.  ROFL 
Ok I'm sure there are some that their daughters don't bake or daughter in laws, but really you buy your OWN?  Pfffft  I should have just laughed and left it sitting there and gone on my way which was my first inclination, but my good manners got the better of me, so I stayed until she arrived.  Then I was told the "hostess" always provides the food, now mind you I've been baking a cake or a vlaii as they call them here for 8 long years, without fail, and there sits a beautiful whipped cream and apricot layered cake which by this time the whipped cream has fallen because it's suppose to be eaten straight away, not sitting in a house where the temperature was 90 degrees because Pops was cold and had the heater in there on and the sun streaming in all the windows.  To say I was not happy is a very mild expression of how I felt, so I decided to each his own, eat MY cake and go home as quickly as possible, but she continued with her rhetoric, so I cut myself a slice and put on my plate and started eating, she asked where is ours?  I said there and you can take what you want, or you can eat YOUR PIE THAT YOU BOUGHT FOR MOTHER'S DAY.  She said I don't like that, and I said, well I don't like standing on my feet while I am sick BAKING FOR HOURS and then it isn't appreciated, so I guess we are even there. 

Afterwards I went home and went to my happy place and I was suppose to cook dinner for HER and everyone, but my sister called me from the states and we talked for hours on the phone while I was in the garden and since we only get to do that when she has a day free, which is not often, THAT IS MOST IMPORTANT TO ME, so I talked and gardened and forgot the time, by the time my phone alerted the battery was going I was one and half hours late to cook and everyone was mad, thus what did I do?  I went home, drank coffee, took a shower, rested my back for an hour and returned to my happy place. 

So the moral to this story is, SOME PEOPLE ARE DIFFICULT AND MEAN and you can not please them, what you should do is just rid yourself of the toxic people in your life and move on, because honestly all they do is drag you down with them, you keep fighting to be the best person you can be, but ultimately they drag you down in the mud with them, and sorry but I like my feet clean and dry, even in the garden. 

Does my heart hurt?  Yes it does, more than most would understand, because I was taught good manners and treating Mother's with respect was the right thing to do.  However, I find that I am unable to comprehend why those do not matter to Dutch women, or that Dutch woman in particular.  I don't usually air my laundry out in the open, and was taught NOT to do that also, but there comes a time when you need to just let people see for themselves WHY YOU STRUGGLE.  I struggle because of the insensitive and utterly rude and mean people that surround me, and as my Mama said, if you lay with dogs you are gonna get fleas.  So I need to pick myself up out of the mire and spray some flea protectant and get away from these people.  Toxic pest ridden environments bring on health issues, worsen health issues and make for an unhappy life, thus sometimes we need to pull out the pesticide and start spraying.