And Another Thing!

The content of this post is really just to make a point, and then I'm going to shut up about this whole agreement amendment.

As of the last post, the Harpy had agreed to the changes. Last night, at 9 o'clock, she phones and says that she has a problem. What with having to use the public transportation system to get to our house to pick up Mojo at 4:30 and then back down to the Go station downtown, not to mention having to stop at her house to pick up her luggage and then her parents having to meet her in Oshawa to drive them the rest of the way to Belleville, they wouldn't get there until almost 8pm and that's really just too much to expect of her, so couldn't we just drop Mojo off at her house at 4 o'clock on Good Friday?

Couldn't you just... It's like her favourite phrase.

I could hear her on the phone and before my Hubby got a chance to respond, I told him to just say yes. Which he did. But she doesn't listen, or maybe she just couldn't believe we folded so easily, and she carried on making excuses about why she couldn't possibly be expected to take responsibility for anything, but we just said yes, yes we'll do it and then I think that she shut up.

I am beyond tired of these negotiations. Not only did we have to give up every Easter for all eternity, but now we also have to do both pick ups and drop offs that weekend, all so that we can avoid the Harpy having to do anything for herself.

The really stupid thing is that I'm positive that at least once there will come a time when we will be driving up to Port Hope to see my mother-in-law for Easter on the Saturday and it will simply become easier for the Harpy to meet us there than for her to take her on the train and so forth. And all of this nit-picking will have been for nothing. And this says nothing about the noises she's been making lately about going back to school next September to study nursing (God help us!) -- either at Loyola College or Ryerson U -- either way, if she actually does it, it will mean changing everything again anyway.

And so the end result is that I'm not even relieved that this whole thing is over. Not that you can feel relieved at being taken advantage of anyway. Plus, with her, it's never over. The mere thought of her puts such a feeling of hatred in my heart that I can't even believe it's possible to hate somebody so much. She's not a murderer or anything, and yet I do hate her, more than I ever thought I could.

Plus, this morning, when 6 year old Mojo asked if either her father or I could share the duty of brushing her teeth with her, simply because she doesn't like to do it, I could not help but think of her mother's phone call of the previous evening, explaining why she didn't want to take care of her own responsibilities. The impact that parents have on their children is not always subtle. I will remember to always be on guard about that from now on, no matter how difficult it seems.

In any case, we took the new document over to her apartment this morning and waited while she laboriously read through it for the 5th time (yes, it's taken 5 tries to get this thing taken care of, starting July 27th, in case you're wondering) and I believe that the debacle has come to an end -- for now. I guess we'll have to wait and see how Mojo takes to the changes -- or rather, how her mother takes to the changes. As long as the Harpy is happy the village can live in peace.

And so for now....

The End.