Okay, that's what the scale had on it a few minutes ago when I stood on it, but I was already fully dressed and the scale was still in the kitchen from where we weighed M the other day, so I'm not putting a lot of faith in this as my actual number this week (getting in accurate reading when putting the scale on the kitchen tile has been a challenge). From the way my clothes are fitting - I suspect probably 279 or 280 is probably more accurate.
In other news, the alarm went off at my parent's house yesterday. The alarm company still has me listed as a contact, so after much debate I decided to run over and make sure everything was okay. The sheriff's deputy was there when I arrived and he told me that everything appeared to be okay, but the alarm has gone off multiple times during the last couple of weeks, so the alarm needs to be checked.
I passed my mother on the road as I was heading back home and for some stupid reason I turned around and went back to the house. I told her the alarm had gone off and I didn't want her to think I had done anything - since she had seen me pass her on the road. We somehow went from that conversation to her asking me if I had taken my Dad's obituary from wherever it is that she had put it. I told her I hadn't been in the house since some time last year and she said "well, I don't know how long it's been missing...."
I left after that.
I've been kicking myself for even going over there. For one thing --- it messed my work schedule up and I am STILL waaaayyyy behind.
She told me she had written me a letter and mailed it yesterday. Unless there is some heartfelt apology in it (which doesn't seem likely) --- I have decided that I need to truly just let it all go. I'm not going to have a relationship with my mother and that is the simple truth of it. It hurts like h*ll, but as they like to say....
It is what it is....
Until next time~