day with Mom. She has some slight issues with cognitive reasoning as well as some extreme unaided hearing loss. It is not unaided by design but is her idea since she has the latest model in hearing aids. They are tiny, easy to install and she hates them, so she leaves them in her jewelry drawer where they benefit none of us. In addition to the cognition and hearing malfunctions, she is just pissed off that she has gotten older and can't do what she used to do. And we all know if Mom is pissed off she is going to piss on someone! I have decided my life is going to include a decent amount of Mom induced frustration but I can either commit murder, suicide, go stark raving mad, or involve you on my journey. Sharing this is the easiest and cheapest option for preserving my sanity. If you want to stop reading now, I understand. If not? All Aboard!!!!!
Tuesday: This morning I woke at butt early o'clock, showered and dressed, then picked up My Beloved Sister so I could wait a couple of hours while she had her colonoscopy. After I drove her to her house and got her all settled in, I called Mom to let her know MBS was home and fine. What I got in return was hysterics. Mom had tried to call me (She evidently dialed the wrong number because my call log had nothing from her) and MBS (at her office) and getting no response decided something horrible had happened to us both. (Though I had told her on Monday I was taking MBS to the doc on Tuesday, she had forgotten.) She asked (demanded) I stop by her house and when I arrived there (about 10 minutes from the time I called her) she was sobbing uncontrollably. She had just seen a news clip of the tragedy in Manchester, but had not heard where it was so she concluded the only rational thought she could reach. Son3 (who lives in NYC, not Manchester) was at a concert and was killed or maimed in the explosion. Of course she had not heard where it was because, oh yeah, her hearing aids are in her jewelry drawer, not her ears.
Wednesday: Mom and I had a little discussion Tuesday about her being upset and feeling totally alone when she couldn't reach me by 10 am the previous day. (Ok little discussion did not cover it. I got to her house at 11 and left after 1 It was not a pleasant 3 hour conversation but I said a lot of things that needed to be said.) I had the gall to mention she might need to reconsider living alone so she gave me the silent treatment Wednesday and could only call me to see if the other tree bid had come in. My apologies to My Beloved Sister who had to pick up the slack with Mom this week since she was giving me the cold shoulder.
Thursday: I was still being punished by Mom. She was giving me the silent treatment once again and we only spoke about who we would finally contract with to have her tree taken down.
Mom: I like the young one's price but I am not sure about his security.
Mom: You know, his papers.
Me: Do you mean his license, bond and insurance? I only talked to people who met all 3 criteria Mom. (Because I deal with everything like this myself instead of waiting for TheHub to take care of it I know to get bonded licensed and most importantly insured workers.)
Mom: Yeah that's it. When you get in touch with XXXXXX let them know I have plans Friday and Monday, but they can do it Tuesday.
We agreed which company to use and I called them to schedule their services on the earliest available date, then called Mom to tell her the plans. Now remember we had a serious drought last summer and any marginal trees are now dead, plus we have had about 5 weekends of storms and high winds since March. (Not enough tree people for the number of toppled trees. In fact my tree guy is not even giving bids right now unless trees are on a house or across a driveway or road)
Me: Mom I talked to them about scheduling your tree appointment
Mom: Great, will they be here Tuesday?
Me: No ma'am. They will be here mid JULY.
Friday: I had called Mom Thursday night to let her know I had to be at the lake place by 9 a.m. Friday to meet the a/c guy. On the way to the lake I got stuck in a virtual parking lot on the interstate. After calling the a/c guy and letting him know I was not moving I called Mom just to check in with her.
Me: Hey Mom, How is your morning going?
Mom: Good, how about yours?
Me: I'm stuck in traffic on 65 so I thought I would give you a call.
Mom: Why are you stuck?
Me: No idea but the traffic is backed up as far as I can see.
Mom: Why are you out driving this early
Me: I am on my way to the lake to meet the a/c guy
Mom: Why are you meeting the a/c guy
Me: The compressor is shot and it has to be replaced.
Mom: Well you could probably wait a little longer to have it fixed. The high this weekend is only going to be in the high 80's to low 90's.
Saturday: I called Mom from the lake just to check in. After exchanging pleasantries our conversation went like this.
Me: (generic conversation)
Mom: I can't hear you
Me (Louder repeating generic conversation)
Mom: I can't hear you
Me (Even louder repeating generic conversation)
Mom: I still cant hear you
Me: (Silently) You choose not to hear when you leave your hearing aids in your jewelry drawer.
(Aloud . . .very loud) OK. . .GOTTA GO. . . BYE!
Sunday: Called Mom when we got back from the lake
Me: Hey Mom we are home.
Mom: I thought you were going to Atlanta.
Me: We changed our plans since I had to meet the a/c guy Friday. We had 2 cars at the lake so it was easier for both of us to drive home. We are leaving at 3 to go to Atlanta. Son3 should be through with his thing by 6:30, you never know about the traffic now that 85 is partially closed and we had rather be there a little too early than to have him wait for us.
Mom: Well if you leave at 3 you will be there too early.
Me: Yes ma'am, we had rather wait on him than have him wait on us.
Mom: Well you can pick him up on this side of Atlanta.
Me: No ma'am, he is going to be near Ga. Tech.
Mom: Then you need to leave at 3 because you never know what the traffic will be like.
Me: Ok we will leave at 3 then.
Monday: Mom joined us for a Memorial Day BBQ in the early evening. We have learned that we need to eat early if she is coming over because going in her house after dark scares her. It is a little after nine as I write this and it has not been dark but about 30 minutes, but that is neither here nor there. 5 p.m. suited her perfectly so we ate dinner at an insanely early time to please her. (Keep in mind that one of us picks her up and drives her home, walks completely through her house and we usually even check the basement or at the very least the basement door to make sure the latch is still on), so before we leave the house is checked thoroughly for the nefarious eizerblizer (or as my aunt's young neighbor used to say the "eith-her blith-her").
Son2 had the driving honors this time and he had not even gotten back to our house (appx.
3 minutes away) before she called to tell me she was alarmed. I give up!