My mom arrives today after a long long long long absence.
When I talked to her yesterday, she gave me a list of
DEMANDS things she wanted prepared for her when she got home. She said she would be tired so cooking was out of the question and I was all "but maaaaaaaa!!" what could I do? She just had surgery and her traveling started at 5:30 am with transfers and layovers all over the world. I can't believe that in this day and age we can't have a plane fly directly from Chicago to the airport near my grandparents' house!
Anyway, her flight arrives at 6:40 pm and she said she wanted a Portillo's cheeseburger for dinner, the temperature in the upstairs to be at 68°, she didn't want any visitors until Saturday and could I please put a Vanilla Coke in the freezer about 10 minutes before she got home?
Sure sure. All these things and more I would do for her. Andy and I even stayed up late last night to clean my house so we wouldn't get yelled at for the mess we lived in since she left in early November.
It's funny because Andy and I were giddy with delight and practically dancing while we did our chores as if we were auditioning for the next animated Disney movie entitled "Cinderella escaped but cleaning is FUN!". (well, I was grouchy and yelly because I hate cleaning but under the bitchy exterior I was giddy). The goat meat she brings every time she comes home will have to wait until tomorrow but tonight, tonight I shall have nice dreams since my world will be back to normal!
By the way, I now this post is cheesfest galore but I just can never stop talking about how much my mother means to me. She sometimes wants to go back to work but I couldn't even imagine some asshole being mean to my mother. Even if it was her boss.
I remember when she still worked in a factory and they treated her no better than a piece of shit stuck on a shoe. I'm glad we can provide for her and not have her out in the work world where people think less of her. She's had enough of that in her lifetime.
No need to comment, this was just for me.