easy child was nagging tonight because I didn't empty the dishwasher and reload it. Funny, but I didn't notice any broken arms on him. He's been so critical of me the last 2 days. I told my mom today that it was all I could do not to cry (not a big cryer here...takes a lot to make me cry) when he was criticizing me yesterday. by the way, he's criticizing me because I've been ill. My mom said that maybe I shouldn't have stopped it...that I should have let him see me cry. *Blink* easy child is my mom's favorite. I don't mean just among the grandkids either. I was a young mom and lived at home the first year and my mom provided daycare (her offer) until easy child was 3. She has always had issues with boundaries and she has had problems realizing that I'm easy child's mom, not her. easy child knew this and played it to the hilt. When he was little and I did something that he didn't like, i.e., took away a privilege, he would tell my mom because he knew that she would "talk to me about it". She always "talked" to me about it in front of easy child. He used to think he could get me grounded!!! There has been a lot of conflict between my mom and I over the years over this and several times I was ready to sever ties with her. So, I was floored to say the least. It felt nice to be validated, though. I haven't been to work in 2 months because of my health and easy child is angry because he doesn't have his permit yet. I have to go to the social security office to get a replacement card for him in order to get his permit. The closest office is 30 minutes away. Not a big deal normally, but I've only driven more than 5 miles once since I've gotten ill and that was for a doctor appointment and noone was available to take me. My coordination is really off with all these medications. I'm sick of the sense of entitlement from easy child. I do and do and do for my kids and I'm talked to by easy child as if I'm a horrible mother for being ill. Because I haven't been able to "do it all" since this happened. Or for several months before. My heart was really sick and noone knew that my heart was the cause of my illness. There are easily 20 symptoms that I no longer have that can be attributed to the heart disease. So, I've been ill for quite a while. It's called life, buckaroo. It happens. If he doesn't like a couple of dishes sitting in the sink, then he can take care of it himself. Not feeling like I'm in a hurry to get to that social security office now either. Just needed to vent. Thanks.