It is raining here… again… which does horrid things to my migraines.
And I had a friend pop up from Mexico, soon to be “from” maldives. I think that is where it is. All I know is to get there you must take a sea plane and there is NOTHING on the island but the hotel.
No shit. I told her she should start reviewing books for me *g*. Anyhoo so Sunday night was a wash and Monday I started to feel like death. To the tune of I came home, crashed only to be wake up around 10:30pm hearing banging on my door and window.
Now I thought it was the above mentioned friend. So I run to door, see no one in the peephole, open the door to yell at her to come back… yes… my excuse here is I wasn’t really ‘awake’ yet.
No it wasn’t my friend. I turn to see my father leaning over the rail, trying I guess to see if the light was on in my apartment. He is in full uniform, as it is nightnight time and my daddy is a cop. The conversation went something like:
me: What in the hell are you doing?
daddy: Call your mother.
me: huh?
daddy: Call your mother. (looking oh so unamused)
me: I thought you were ___?
daddy: Soooo you just opened the door in the middle of the night not knowing who it was…
me: uh, I thought you were ___! And I was sleeping!
daddy: You were asleep?
me: YES! It is the middle of the night!
daddy: (walking away) Call your mom she can’t get ahold of you, she is worried.
I have no clue how long he had been at my door. I go back in call my mom, who is frantic. Had been calling since 6 pm, as well as my lil sis (who wanted to make sure I had paid something online for her) and really, really… mom should NOT BE ALLOWED to watch tv. There were 15 missed calls on my cell phone (which had been in the pocket of my jeans) and another 7 or so on my phone.
The moral of this story… beside not letting my mother watch Dateline or something like it. I just deleted around 150 spam comments. Too many to look though… so if you posted something and it isn’t up. Repost.
I tend to call Mom every day or so…and if I skip a day the next time I call she gives me “The Lecture” I dread calling her tomorrow because she went overseas to visit my grandparents, I haven’t had a chanse to call…no, that’s not right. I do pick up the phone to call her and then look at the time and notice that where she is, she’s probably already sleeping and I say I’ll call “later” but so far later hasn’t arrived and my sisters have let me know that I’m the only one of the siblings who hasn’t called her yet and that’s bad. Very bad. I had hoped I’d call before my oldest brother called just so I can say I did it before him…who hates to talk on the phone but noooo, he had to go and call her already and ruin that planned excuse I had. The twit. 🙂
Oh my mom was similar. I used to go up alot after I was married and the kids were little to go visit her. She told me I had to have the kids call her to let her know I got home. When they were so young, we’d feel the phone ring and then voice when it stopped to let her know we arrived, and when the kids could use the phone I had them call when we arrived home. It didnt matter that we didn’t need to call her. We just made her feel better that we did. Well one time, I told the kids when we arrived home to call grandma and let her know we arrived. Well the kids didn’t and went out to play. So for hours I had no idea that my kids didn’t call, so it must of been about 5 hours later when the kids decided to come in and answered the phone and by that time she was frantic but she really had to figure out that we just forgot to call back. Oh well, I still had to keep calling her when we got back home no matter how old we become!