This morning, my mother group-texted everyone to ask “are we getting together today?” As if there ISN’T a stay-at-home order in place, and as if there ISN’T a fucking pandemic happening, and as if people refusing to follow stay-at-home directions is why we now have a stay-at-home order handed down from the governor in the first place, and AS FUCKING IF people refusing to obey it are causing it to stay in place longer!
Just… Christ, woman. And my brother is even worse; he thinks this is just a cold. And he bragged about having his essential personnel papers… For a car dealership that’s closed on Sundays.
I know I come from a family of deliberately ignorant Republicans, but this is too much.
I called my mother. Here’s how the conversation happened, with just a bit of dramatic flair.
Me: Mom, there is a stay-at-home order in place. That means stay at home until Holcomb lifts it.
Mom: It was just a suggestion! I hate being at home!
Me: I know this sucks, but it sucks for everyone. And the longer you don’t stay at home like you’re told, the longer the stay-at-home order stays in place, and the harsher the penalties for violating it.
Mom: [Your brother] lets me go outside!
Me: [My brother] also thinks that this is just a cold and refuses to believe that people your age are dropping dead from this thing. I am telling you, for your and [Stepdad’s, who has a heart condition and should be her primary reason to stay at home] health and safety, stay inside.
Mom: You just don’t want me to have any fun!
Me: I do want you to have fun, just not when it might end with you and [Stepdad] dead. Practice a little responsibility and selflessness, that’s all I’m asking.
Mom: Ugh, FINE! //hangs up the phone//
After which I’m sure she threw herself across the bed, like a Disney princess, and pouted about how much of a killjoy her daughter is.
Anybody have advice on raising teenagers right now? ‘Cause I could really use some.