Peanut Butter

Ha Ha Ha. My mom! Ha Ha. So she tells me that my husband took the peanut butter. I tell her that's because I asked him to bring me some peanut butter. The diabetic class I went to a few weeks ago had an instructor who said that if you're hungry, eat a couple bites of peanut butter. Well, I get hungry! You do too, right?

So I asked my sweet over-worked hubby to bring some peanut butter up to me at the hospital and he said he'll just bring the peanut butter from the house and stop at the store on the way home and get more for the house.

I'm trying to explain to my mom that he took the peanut butter for me, as she interupts me, assuming that because they haven't given me a jar of peanut butter here, that it's probably not good for me to have, lmao. Always a know-it-all. So I have to explain all the reasons why it's okay that I have peanut butter and assure her that it's not going to kill me or anyone else. So, she has to move on to something else to freak out about, of course (why am I the one with high blood pressure, not her?). She starts going on & on about how she was going to make the kids peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and now there isn't going to be any peanut butter and blah blah blah.

Then I try to continue to tell her not to worry because my husband said he would stop and get some more for the house on his way home. Then she freaks out again. "He doesn't have to do that, that's silly, he can get it next time he goes shopping, he's got enough to do, there's no reason for him to go to the store". I can't get a word in, she's still going! "You should not make him do so much, I don't really need to fix the kids peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, we'll be alright without peanut butter for a few days. There's no reason for him to stop at the store!" I said "Calm down, we're not arguing about peanut butter, Mom, it's not an arguement or a discussion, he's not going to the store to get peanut butter to please you, he just mentioned that he wanted to bring the peanut butter from the house and said that he'd get some on the way home, which he'll probably forget anyways, which will make you happy since apparently it's going to give you a heart attack if he grabs some peanut butter on the way like he said he would." LMAO

I don't know what else to say about that.

Anyone know of a good mental institution? I think if they release me from here, that's where I'm headed next, because I just don't think I can survive living with my mother. My blood pressure is through the F'ing roof today! The last reading was 170/106 and that's after taking my medication.

...Peanut Butter!