Like sands through the hour glass…

I was checking facebook on my phone this morning and I see this in the news feed:

             spider’s mum is no longer listed as married.

 
 

Well, actually it used her real name, but I’m not stupid enough to put my mother’s full name up here, even if I’m stupid enough to accept her friend request on facebook.

So I thought it was funny at first, and it took forever for her to put her marital status up there in the first place, so I figured it might be just a typical Generation Jones-er trying to wrangle technology on her own.  If she was a baby boomer, she would have rung to hassle me about it first.   Oh see what I did there?  Yeah, I can make stupid generalisations based on birth year too!  Back at you, world.  

Then Jones (who is Generation Y like me, and therefore everything that’s wrong with the world), pointed out that she’d messaged him saying she couldn’t look after the Palex today because she’s suddenly gone up to Newcastle.

What on earth is in Newcastle, he asked me.  Well, my aunty lives there and it’s always been a family tradition for them to go stay at each other’s houses when their marriages have been in the shitter. It’s a whole other city, a few hours drive each way, but the most reliable option for them both.  For my aunty, the reason has usually been that my late alcoholic uncle was chucking a mental.   For my mum….  well, I don’t remember the reason for her and my step-dad always fighting, but I’m sure it was really boring.  I just always wanted them to shut up, and I love hanging around Newcastle, so I didn’t pay too much attention to those details (read: repressed memories). 

So the evidence suggests my mum has the wobblies at my step dad in a more major way than usual.  How nice for her to give everyone a heads up on the internets – including a few of her other siblings, several of my cousins, and 2 of my brothers.  Here’s hoping on behalf of all the kids still living at home that they actually go through with it this time.  Past experience says it’s unlikely.

I’m Macdonald Carey and these are the days of our lives.