Can't Be Serious

I worked a 10 hour shift last night and my mother said she would consider helping me out by taking my son to school this morning. I was a little annoyed that she would not just say yes or no, but it was late and I did not have it in me to get worked up.

This morning, however, there was no call to say yay or nay. I had to call her. She says she would take him so I would not have to wake Suga, but then she lost track of time and was late. If the whole point was not to wake my sleeping monster, then I can't understand her insistence on coming in my house yelling all the time. Then she looks surprised and says, "was I really talking that loud?" Yes, yes you were. I finally usher them out of my house and she insist that I go get some rest. I think it is over and lay down knowing that Suga will be up soon, but that can at least get a moment of peace only to have the phone ring. Is it a telemarketer or one of those donation people. Nope. It is my mother calling from down the street telling me my son has declared himself sick and asking if it is true.

Are you freakin serious? We're you not a teacher and a mother? Weren't you just in my kitchen with him? He is clearly not sick, but I am. I am sick of people asking me crazy questions. I am sick of people telling me to rest only to be a disturbance. To make matters more interesting, she then proceeds to hold me on the phone while they have a back and forth about what hurts and going to school anyway.I was tempted to hang up, but honoring your father and mother is the first commandment with promise.

Even though I seriously doubt Jesus' parents gave him this much trouble.