She Got Me Again

I have mentioned my relationship with my mother before. She somehow manages to be my biggest cheerleader and a most frustrating source of aggravation. Today is no different.

I am spending the night here because I have to get up at the butt crack of dawn to be at the orientation for my new job. Of course they made orientation ridiculously far from my house and to save my children from having to get up, I decided it was better for my them to keep their schedules by having my daughter wake up here at "Grandparent Day Care"and for my son to get dropped off at school by my mom at time when the sun is actually up.

All day I have been planning what I wanted to write about. I have tried out some ideas and none of them seemed quite right, but just now, I HAD IT! It came to me while is was in the shower and I rushed out to write it before I could forget. Those who know me know my ideas only last "one time around the bowl". As I get out the shower, my other starts in with questions that completely throw me off my game.

How long has he been coughing? He needs more medicine, but I have to get it from down stairs. It sounds almost like the whopping cough (it sounds nothing like Whopping Cough). Does the baby (who is already sleeping) need a night light on the bed next to her. Do you need an outlet? Can he have a bedtime story? Why don't you turn the bed down? What do you mean you don't know?

OMG! That is just the tip of the iceberg. She asked me so many questions in that 2 minute span that I can not for the life of me recapture my brilliant idea from the shower. I can't believe I went without lotion only to have her steal my thoughts. Now I am ashy and clueless. That is no good for anyone.

My only consolation is that she has let my son stay up past his bedtime because he has convinced her that her is on the brink of coming down with some medieval 18th century plague. That is going to
bite her in the butt when it is time to get up for school. She may be my mother, but I'm his and I know what she is in for tomorrow. She thinks that i am being cold and mean, but I know he is milking it for he benefit. He has put on quite the show tonight and tomorrow morning will be his encore. I'm glad I 
won't have to be here for that at least.

Although that show may have been worth the ash. (mother knows best my foot.)