Drama...

This weekend has been a rather roller-coaster of a weekend.

First off, I went to go see HSM2: On Stage as my neighbour Kay is acting in it. The main and only reason I would go. My sister was supposed to join me, until she got to have the rare opportunity of spending time with her son (more on that later). The box-office people wouldn't allow kids 3 and under (my nephew is 2), and even if we did manage to pass him off as a year older, we had to buy another ticket at full price (which sucks) so my sister bailed out. I don't blame her - it was all good. The only issue was who could I possibly drag to the play at 7:30pm on Thursday? Most of my friends finish work by 6pm, assuming that they would be willing to come, and they'd never want to hurry themselves to make it. Plus being within a shopping mall, parking would be hell.

Which left me only one choice: my mother. Don't get me wrong. I'd love to take my mother. But convincing her to go anywhere beyond grocery shopping is like trying to coax a reluctant pet to go to the vet. Yes, that painful. After alot of begging and pleading, she agreed. Until I told her we'd leave early to get some decent parking. By 5.30pm perhaps. She balked. I said fine, if you don't want to leave early, we can take a cab - I'll pay for it. She said no to that too. Then I said my sister can drop us there, and we'll only have to take a cab one-way - on me again. Nope.

Finally, to bend over backwards for my mom, my sister came up with a plan. She would follow me to MoE (a 40min trip), I'd park my car and come back with her. Then, we'd leave in time for the show, and then we could drive back home in my already-parked car.

Which meant I had to leave immediately - it was 4.30 already. So, I quickly showered, got dressed and left.

5.30pm: Reached MoE and parked. Also collected the tickets.

5.45pm: Stopped at a petrol station to pick up food. I hadn't eaten since the evening before and I was starved. I woke up at 4pm to all this drama so I was preoccupied.

6.00pm: Finally hit the road. Evening traffic jam. Fuck.

6.30pm: Reach her hubby's place to pick up kid. There's no time to relax - going to just go straight back to MoE after picking mom up.

6.45pm: Pick mom and proceed to drive like a maniac to reach on time.

7.30pm: Reached in the nick of time. I leave my car keys in my sister's car.

7.40pm: My sister drives back to give me my key.

The show begins just as I get back with the key. I was too strung-out to truly enjoy the show. But I spot my neighbour and I settle in to watch. The show ends by 10pm, and I herd my mom to the car before she starts whining. Yes, it's that bad. I haven't had time to clean my car due my night shifts and my mom begins. I snapped by this point and tell her to shut up or she can take a cab home. I tell her this is the reason I don't want to do anything on the weekend with her - because anything we do is a rather painful exercise.

Example was going to watch Up recently. We didn't get ticket's for the 6pm show, and she didn't want to wait for the 8pm. Things got so crazy that we had to go home for just 15 minutes, only to head back to make it on time for the 8pm show. And whine, whine, whine all the way back and forth.

And then she complains about me not wanting to go out with her. *sigh*

On the other half of the weekend, I got spend time with my adorable lil munchkin. Although I wasn't used to him crying when he can't find his mommy - because she's taking a shower, or in the bathroom. I realised I'd be a horrid mommy if I can't even console a crying kid.

Very dramatic weekend.