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Hubs thought a skunk was in the coop last night. I didnt smell anything and i have no idea how it wouldve got in. Any suggestions on what to look for? No holes anywhere, btw
 
Fishy, tell him to be glad he did not have my mother to contend with. My mom could fall asleep quickly, but the drop of a feather woke her up. When one of us would get up in the middle of the night, she would call out asking if we were ok. When we said yes, she would go back to sleep.

When I was a teen, and driving, I had a curfew. It wasn't bad, since where we lived the movie theaters let out late, the bowling alley closed late, etc. The rule was, if I was going to be late, I had to call, which I was good about doing. Remember, there were no cell phones back then. My parents were good about letting me stay out later than curfew, if the situation warranted it, so calling them was not problematic with me. As a teen, when I went out, especially if I was out late at night, I was usually with friends.

One night, I came home about 15 minutes past my curfew. My mother was up pacing the floor, all the curtains were open in the living room, and the inner gate unlocked. I walked in, and she was frantic. I calmed her down, and explained that Traci's car battery was dead, so I jumped her car, and followed her home to make sure she made it ok. Traci lived close by.

I asked my mother why all the curtains were open. Her response was, so she could see the lights on the police cars when they came to tell her I was in a bad accident, or dead. That's not the first time I realized my mother had some mental issues, but the absurdity of the entire situation hit me in the face.

I told her that allowing her mind to go immediately to the worst case scenario was not normal. Things do happen that are not worst case, and to get herself into such a state, especially since I wasn't even a half hour late, was ridiculous. In addition, IF the worst she was imagining had happened, didn't she think that with law enforcement banging on the gate, along with the dog barking it's head off, that she would wake up? All the opening of the curtains, etc. was overkill, and feeding her fears, which were not real, but her imagination to begin with.

There was another incident about 8 months later, when I had a flat tire, and it took me about 30 minutes to get it changed. I was in a skirt, and blouse, weighed 120 lbs. soaking wet, and had to jump up and down a few times on the end of the lug wrench to break a couple of the lug nuts free, that were on too tight. I walked in with grimy hands, clothes covered in tire grime, hair disheveled, and she not only was in a panic, but said she didn't believe me. I lost it.

You are genuinely concerned, not in a total panic, which is justified. Like I said, he'd better be glad someone cares enough to show the right amount of concern for him, and that he's not dealing with my mother.
 
getaclue said:
Fishy, tell him to be glad he did not have my mother to contend with. My mom could fall asleep quickly, but the drop of a feather woke her up. When one of us would get up in the middle of the night, she would call out asking if we were ok. When we said yes, she would go back to sleep.

When I was a teen, and driving, I had a curfew. It wasn't bad, since where we lived the movie theaters let out late, the bowling alley closed late, etc. The rule was, if I was going to be late, I had to call, which I was good about doing. Remember, there were no cell phones back then. My parents were good about letting me stay out later than curfew, if the situation warranted it, so calling them was not problematic with me. As a teen, when I went out, especially if I was out late at night, I was usually with friends.

One night, I came home about 15 minutes past my curfew. My mother was up pacing the floor, all the curtains were open in the living room, and the inner gate unlocked. I walked in, and she was frantic. I calmed her down, and explained that Traci's car battery was dead, so I jumped her car, and followed her home to make sure she made it ok. Traci lived close by.

I asked my mother why all the curtains were open. Her response was, so she could see the lights on the police cars when they came to tell her I was in a bad accident, or dead. That's not the first time I realized my mother had some mental issues, but the absurdity of the entire situation hit me in the face.

I told her that allowing her mind to go immediately to the worst case scenario was not normal. Things do happen that are not worst case, and to get herself into such a state, especially since I wasn't even a half hour late, was ridiculous. In addition, IF the worst she was imagining had happened, didn't she think that with law enforcement banging on the gate, along with the dog barking it's head off, that she would wake up? All the opening of the curtains, etc. was overkill, and feeding her fears, which were not real, but her imagination to begin with.

There was another incident about 8 months later, when I had a flat tire, and it took me about 30 minutes to get it changed. I was in a skirt, and blouse, weighed 120 lbs. soaking wet, and had to jump up and down a few times on the end of the lug wrench to break a couple of the lug nuts free, that were on too tight. I walked in with grimy hands, clothes covered in tire grime, hair disheveled, and she not only was in a panic, but said she didn't believe me. I lost it.

You are genuinely concerned, not in a total panic, which is justified. Like I said, he'd better be glad someone cares enough to show the right amount of concern for him, and that he's not dealing with my mother.
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🤐🤐🤐. I will plead the fifth and not comment 🤣🤣
Lets just say, ive calmed down, a lot. I have severe anxiety and motherhood does NOT help that 🤣
I never even knew that was a health condition to be honest.
Has your mom gotten help and/or learned to chill over time?
 

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