But not when Dottie makes it.
This is how much coffee I put in my coffee maker in the morning....
This is how much Dottie puts in....
If Dottie were a normal person, I could just explain to her that she should get the measuring cup and just use 1/4 a cup. But Dottie is not a regular person and at the time she was making me coffee every morning, I was so freaking mad at her that I couldn't say anything. I was about to explode I was so furious.
I went into pre term labor while pregnant with twins and I had to be hospitalized. My husband called his mother, Dottie, up on the phone and she retired from her teaching job and flew right up to save the day. My husband brought me home 10 days later, and the house was trashed from top to bottom.
Dottie had made the mess. She likes to make things like crafts to entertain the children. She bakes things for the neighbors and everyone she meets.
I got one look at the kitchen and there was flour and batter caked all over the walls and the ceiling. It looked like Lucille Ball had broken into my house and a giant cake exploded. I was on bed rest, and I couldn't clean it.
The twins were born early
and had to be hospitalized for several weeks
and Dottie stayed at our house to "help " with my other kids. And every morning, she woke up bright and early to make a huge breakfast. She was bright and chipper and very much like what Snow White would be like in the Twilight Zone or an alternate universe.
She didn't drink coffee, but she knew I did. So every day, day after day, she woke up before me just so she could make me coffee. She did it to be nice. That's just one of the "over the top" things she does just to earn the brownie points she needs to be considered "mother of the year."
To make it all worse she told me "Coffee always tastes better when someone else makes it....Back when I was teaching at Lee Britain, that's what my friend always told me. She raced in before me every morning to make us both tea so I wouldn't have to make it and she always told me that tea always tastes better when someone else makes it."
I think Dottie was just too dense to get the fact that she had just been insulted.
I could have explained to Dottie the right way to make coffee but that's like teaching a pig to sing. It would just waste my time and annoy the pig. Anyway, I tried to teach her how to make pancakes and she got really mad at me. When she makes pancakes, they are all burnt on the outside and gooey in the middle and she sticks things in them that really don't taste good in pancakes.
I don't really like her doing me favors anyway. I just wanted to make my own freaking coffee. I am a big girl and I can do it myself. I don't want some twisted version of Donna Reed trying to pamper me with coffee that tastes like something I scraped out of a skillet.
So I tried to hide the coffee and the coffee maker. I put them away in places that I knew she would never be able to reach. But she kept finding them and making a big deal about how much effort she made to find the coffee and make me coffee.
But the screwed up thing about Dottie is the fact that she does it all so that I will return the favor. There are strings attached to everything she does. I know this because she gossips about people that she has done favors for, that didn't return the favor.
Living with Dottie, was the most horrible experience of my life. And that's saying a lot, because I used to live with someone who beat me up and screwed with my head on a regular basis. Dottie screwed with my head. I used to have nightmares about strangling her. But I'm past that now.
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