I'm getting reeeeeally frustrated with the parentals

I kind of went off on Mom about keeping track of simple things like re-setting information for certain bank accounts and keeping track of passwords for said bank accounts. Dad did, too, but I really laid into Mom about it. I'm the one who's had to get online and put in all of this information to bring up her account since she's the one who's "too scared to get on the big scary computer and learn anything about being online." The bank just had to re-do their website and security measures, and now everyone's passwords are messed up beyond belief. Mom has been locked out of accessing her account online for a month. I told her she would have to go to the bank and take care of this stuff herself, since I'm in school when the bank is open. I harped on her about that for a good five minutes, "Did you get this taken care of? Did you get the password reset? Do you remember the password? Did you write it down? Are you sure this is it?" And this is the hell that's my life. My mom's brain is getting worse, to the point where she can't remember simple little things like her password for her bank account (I'd hate to give her an ATM card). She gave me a password...and it didn't work. Surprise, surprise. Dad got pissed because Mom doesn't write this stuff down to remember it, and she can't just use the same damn password for everything, oh no, because then it would be easier for her to remember. I got pissed because I told her to get this straightened out and to write it down and she didn't!

I know I need to take it easy on Mom because like I said, I know she's getting worse, but I can't handle it anymore. I am not a patient person. And I can only repeat myself so often until I lose it.




In other news, I went to get my hair cut today. It's a little shorter than I anticipated the end result to look like, but hey--hair grows. Pictures soon to come.