My name is Jenn, and I'm a 27 year old married and babied chick. In addition to a husband, a seven year old daughter, and a five year old autistic son, I also have four cats, three hermit crabs, two frogs, a few fish, and one snorty little Pug. I work from home doing a variety of writing and even some web design. I love blogging, digital photography and web design.
My mother needs a hobby, STAT. So, here’s the picture: She’s divorced. My brothers have been in state custody for almost two years, and she has only been seeing them for several hours each week for the past few months; before that we saw them for just 1-2 hours at a time every other week. She has no friends (literally). Because she is physically disabled, she doesn’t work. So………. she has a lot of time on her hands. She has nothing to do all day, and all day to do it in. She is alone at a lot.
So when she sees me or talks to me, she goes FREAKING OVERBOARD. Seriously, she’ll call me on the phone — like she did tonight, in fact — to touch base on something like the latest in under eye cream for dark circles or to just give me a head’s up on something involving my brothers, and before I know it an hour or more has gone by. She just blathers and bleats on and on and on and on. And it drives me crazy, because our lives are so different that it’s almost ridiculous. Her: nothing to do all day and all day to do it in. Me: 50+ hour work weeks, two young children, husband, home to keep after (don’t get me started on my mother’s “housekeeping”…), a small zoo in terms of pets, etc.
I really wish she’d find some friends. Because seriously, she is really overdoing it in terms of jumping all over me as a damn lifeline. 
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