Family Times
So my mother called me the other day to see if she could stay with me this weekend as my sister and her family were all going to be else where (my mother can't stay on her own for that long). Being a dutiful daughter (and not having any other options) I said that would be fine. Of course, things are never that easy with my mother.
Last night she was in a frenzy waiting for me to get home so she could work out the details of her visit. As worked up as she was you would have thought I stayed out all night but in reality I got home before 8pm. Anyway, she had many pressing matters to discuss with me.
First off was figuring out what time she would be arriving Friday. When would I be home? I told her not until probably 7pm as I had a hair appointment but that Dave would be home from work by 5:30pm. Well, couldn't I cancel my hair appointment. I said no but it was no big deal because Dave would be home right after work. Well, she didn't know if this was going to work as my nephew wanted to drop her off so he could get where we was going before dark. I told her that if 5:30pm was too late that Dave could easily come home from work, let her in and just go back to work. Oh no, that certainly wouldn't work as she couldn't stay in that house all alone. The way she said it was so funny as if there was something wrong with our house. In reality she meant she couldn't stay alone in a downtown neighborhood in a city like Madison as that would certainly be too dangerous. (The joys of my small town family who think Madison is a big city rife with crime).
Then she broke the news to me that her dog would have to come with her. Subconsciously I probably knew that would be the case but I was trying not to think about it. Her dog is the most annoying dog ever. I think it's a pug. I'm sure some pugs are very nice dogs but unfortunately my mother's is not. I do feel bad for the dog because it probably could have been a nice dog if my mother had trained it be well-behaved but I think letting it behave badly is just a way to torment my sister (who has to live with it all the time). I told my mother she needed to bring the dog's crate with her. She proceeded to tell me how she just didn't know if this was going to work. Her dog couldn't stay in its crate all weekend. I told her my cats weren't going to spend all weekend in the basement either. I said we'd make it work but she didn't know if this was going to work now.
Then she said she was worried about staying with us as she needs to eat on a very precise schedule. You see she's diabetic and she really does need to eat on a schedule but normally you have to force her to eat the way she is supposed to and she could care less about what she's supposed to do. She just didn't know if this was going to work because we eat at such strange times. I told her this was not a problem as she undoubtedly would not want to eat the same things as us anyway so she could eat when she needed and we'd eat when we wanted. Then she wanted to know what she was going to eat as she realized that she was about to spend the weekend with vegetarian crazies who eat things she's never heard of before. I assured her we would go out and buy her some things that she would like to eat.
Then she wanted to know if we even had a couch she could sleep on. I assured her that she would be sleeping in our bedroom and that we would sleep on the futon in our living room. Well, she didn't know about that as she's pretty restless. I said she could be restless in our bedroom but it would work better for her to be there with her dog and us in the living room with our cats. Well, she didn't know if this was going to work out.
Then we had to have a long discussion about how we'd need to be trained to help her with her insulin shots. Given how much I hate needles this was probably the only real issue with her coming to stay but I assured her that we could do whatever it is that she needs help doing. Apparently my nephew can show us.
Finally she couldn't think of any more reasons why it certainly wouldn't work for her to stay with us this weekend. Then we had to have a long discussion about whether I would be home for her to call and finalize the plans on Thursday night. I told her I wouldn't be home until 9:30pm because I had a meeting (for UCI race planning) but she could call and tell Dave when she was arriving. Then we had to have a long discussion about whether I would be biking home from this meeting at 9:30pm or if I would have the car. At this point I just wanted to shoot myself and end the suffering.
You just cannot imagine how much I am looking forward to the upcoming delightful weekend with my mother. Luckily for Dave there is a WORS race this weekend to escape to because by Sunday my mother and I will likely be on the verge of killing each other.
Last night she was in a frenzy waiting for me to get home so she could work out the details of her visit. As worked up as she was you would have thought I stayed out all night but in reality I got home before 8pm. Anyway, she had many pressing matters to discuss with me.
First off was figuring out what time she would be arriving Friday. When would I be home? I told her not until probably 7pm as I had a hair appointment but that Dave would be home from work by 5:30pm. Well, couldn't I cancel my hair appointment. I said no but it was no big deal because Dave would be home right after work. Well, she didn't know if this was going to work as my nephew wanted to drop her off so he could get where we was going before dark. I told her that if 5:30pm was too late that Dave could easily come home from work, let her in and just go back to work. Oh no, that certainly wouldn't work as she couldn't stay in that house all alone. The way she said it was so funny as if there was something wrong with our house. In reality she meant she couldn't stay alone in a downtown neighborhood in a city like Madison as that would certainly be too dangerous. (The joys of my small town family who think Madison is a big city rife with crime).
Then she broke the news to me that her dog would have to come with her. Subconsciously I probably knew that would be the case but I was trying not to think about it. Her dog is the most annoying dog ever. I think it's a pug. I'm sure some pugs are very nice dogs but unfortunately my mother's is not. I do feel bad for the dog because it probably could have been a nice dog if my mother had trained it be well-behaved but I think letting it behave badly is just a way to torment my sister (who has to live with it all the time). I told my mother she needed to bring the dog's crate with her. She proceeded to tell me how she just didn't know if this was going to work. Her dog couldn't stay in its crate all weekend. I told her my cats weren't going to spend all weekend in the basement either. I said we'd make it work but she didn't know if this was going to work now.
Then she said she was worried about staying with us as she needs to eat on a very precise schedule. You see she's diabetic and she really does need to eat on a schedule but normally you have to force her to eat the way she is supposed to and she could care less about what she's supposed to do. She just didn't know if this was going to work because we eat at such strange times. I told her this was not a problem as she undoubtedly would not want to eat the same things as us anyway so she could eat when she needed and we'd eat when we wanted. Then she wanted to know what she was going to eat as she realized that she was about to spend the weekend with vegetarian crazies who eat things she's never heard of before. I assured her we would go out and buy her some things that she would like to eat.
Then she wanted to know if we even had a couch she could sleep on. I assured her that she would be sleeping in our bedroom and that we would sleep on the futon in our living room. Well, she didn't know about that as she's pretty restless. I said she could be restless in our bedroom but it would work better for her to be there with her dog and us in the living room with our cats. Well, she didn't know if this was going to work out.
Then we had to have a long discussion about how we'd need to be trained to help her with her insulin shots. Given how much I hate needles this was probably the only real issue with her coming to stay but I assured her that we could do whatever it is that she needs help doing. Apparently my nephew can show us.
Finally she couldn't think of any more reasons why it certainly wouldn't work for her to stay with us this weekend. Then we had to have a long discussion about whether I would be home for her to call and finalize the plans on Thursday night. I told her I wouldn't be home until 9:30pm because I had a meeting (for UCI race planning) but she could call and tell Dave when she was arriving. Then we had to have a long discussion about whether I would be biking home from this meeting at 9:30pm or if I would have the car. At this point I just wanted to shoot myself and end the suffering.
You just cannot imagine how much I am looking forward to the upcoming delightful weekend with my mother. Luckily for Dave there is a WORS race this weekend to escape to because by Sunday my mother and I will likely be on the verge of killing each other.
posted by MadCross at 9:36 AM
2 Comments:
ahh, just as well bring your mom to the race.... watching "all the crazy mountain bikers" should keep her entertained for a while!!
Oh Amy that's such a sweet thought . . . but I love my husband way too much to ruin his day away from my mother. My mother's dislike for people and outdoor activities would only be intensified at a race which has both outdoor activities and people.
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