Did you ever ponder the above question? No, not in the sense of conception, but did you ever look at your family and wonder if you’re related to them? That happens to me, a lot, in fact last summer I asked my aunt if I was adopted. She laughed and said, no honey you are not adopted. But I am about as different from most members of family as any one person can be; especially my mother.
Here’s an example: we live in a raised ranch; the basement is finished and my mom lives in the “in-law suite” as I like to call it. Our garage is attached, because my mom lives in the basement a lot of our storage is in the garage or in a crawl space that is in our garage. That is where we store our Christmas decorations; to get to the garage I have two choices, I can go down through my mother’s area or I can go outside and enter through the garage. Usually I just go through my mom’s.
This morning I went downstairs and she was sitting at her computer playing a game. I wanted to let her know that I would be putting my Christmas tree away (I’m allergic to pine so I have an artificial tree) it’s a beautiful tree, stands about 7 feet tall and weighs at least 75 pounds. The tree comes in three pieces, the branches in the base and middle sections automatically fall down when you set them upright. I brought the tree up in three pieces because obviously I cannot carry 75 pounds all at once. I decided it was best to put the tree back downstairs in three pieces. So anyway I tell her, I will be putting my tree away this morning, and she says, “Maybe I will put my Christmas tree away.” Ok.
I went back upstairs to get the biggest section of the tree (I believe in getting the worse part over first), now when you walk down the stairs, once you open the door there is a post (it is a basement after all) and this is where my mother chose to display the Christmas cards she received. Well anyway, here I truck struggling with the heaviest part of the tree and it’s very bulky to boot and guess where my mother is? Yup, you guessed it, she is standing at the pole taking down her Christmas cards. I fell down the last step because I was carrying that big ass tree and didn’t see the last step. What do you think happened? She asked if I was ok, then went back to taking her cards down. I struggled through the room and into the basement and she never even offered to open a damn door for me.
I don’t know about you, but if the situation were reversed I certainly would have 1) been standing out-of-the-way and 2) at the very least opening some doors!!
Then there was the time she called me up at work to tell me that the dryer wouldn’t turn on. She said, there’s a red light blinking that says check lint screen and I did, but the dryer won’t turn on. Mind you, that red light blinks EVERY time you use the dryer. I came home from work and turned the dryer on.
Maybe tomorrow I will tell you about the time we “lost” cable. In the meantime I will be pondering that question, “Mama where did I come from?”
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