Monday, July 14, 2008

Oh joy of joys

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I think I might have woken up on the wrong side of the crab shack this morning, because I am CRABBY. There are several possibilities for this. Maybe it's because I got a 5:00am call for a hospital shift (which I declined). It could be because my otherwise perfect child has inherited my knack for dawdling, thus ensuring it takes 3 times as long to get out the door for softball camp as it normally should. Or maybe it's just because I'm expecting a little visitor tomorrow. You know the one. I'm not embarrassed to talk about's my mother.

See this woman? She looks so innocent and cute in this photo holding her precious baby girl (uh, it's me). Who knew that one day she'd have the power to turn my adult self into a pouting, resentful little girl in a matter of minutes. Just a shadow of my normally confident and MATURE self. The one that is both a wife and mother. In fact, I will become quite similar to the young girl you see in the photo below. 

Don't let that smile fool you for one second. I was in fact both pouty and resentful for most of my 14th year. Actually, that probably describes most of pre-teen and teen years.

My mother is a lovely woman and most of you would enjoy spending time with her. However, most (make that none) of you didn't have to spend a month in a one-bedroom apartment with her this past spring. For the few days that she will be visiting I will have a sore jaw from smiling with my teeth clenched, a headache from listening to so many stories in such a little bit of time, and a strong desire to hide in my bedroom for the rest of the week.

Of course, maybe I am just suffering from ...

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I'm sure I will be an absolute delight to live with this week!


Bunny Bunster said...

Quick! Go buy that camper, a bottle of whisky and some xanax!!

Saucy said...

The classic conundrum. Try to relax and enjoy. And I agree... medicate if necessary.

bunzi said...

yea i have those moments! She did produce a very lovely little girl!

Tara said...

Hi OR:

You know my advice--go lay in a hammock and forget the world!

MJ said...

I think we should start a club. I haven't figured out a title for it so we can collaborate on it together. When I know my mother is coming, I clean like crazy: dust, try to scrape the fingerprints off mirrors and all glass, etc. Nothing is ever clean enough for her. I then brace myself for all that I'm doing wrong with K and N, and how K and N aren't eating properly. I'm almost always relieved when she goes home. I love the woman from a distance!