Hoodoo Highway

Mother's Day

We get all hyped up over holidays, don't we? I stayed in town on Sunday so I could take my mom to my brother's house. She could see her granddaughter and visit with them for awhile. My daughter was coming over there to eat with us. Would it have been my choice of the ideal day? No but it should have been nice.

Should have been are the operative words here. When my mom is involved, nothing goes as plans and she loves it that way. It gets her going, psyches her up and thrills her if she can create drama, in some form or fashion. This is nothing new in her life, I recall it from my youngest days.

I went over to help her bathe and get dressed. We spent at least 40 minutes trying to get her to the shower. She was obsessing over some tops she could not find. She is convinced that someone is stealing them. I cannot imagine why her caregivers would want her tops, they do not fit them. Obsessing is the appropriate word. She works herself up over it. I know some of this is the mental thing but it does get to you after awhile, KWIM? I got her in the shower and helped her. Washed her hair, etc. Got her out. Got her lotioned up, etc. Got her dressed, down to her shoes. Fixed her hair (the whole time she complained about the lotion, the shampoo, the deodorant, the way the caregiver organized her bathroom shelves, why she could not find her shirts, where were all her panties (those are missing, too - even though I counted at least 7 pair of this one kind she says is missing). I left her there to put on some makeup, do her final stuff while I went home to shower, dress, etc. When I completed all that and went back to check on her progress, she had stripped down to her shirt. She did not like the panties she had on, everything was choking her, those shoes were horrible, etc.... Another 40 minutes to get her dressed again - the whole time listening to her obsess about her shirts, etc... Oh yes, her perm is horrible. The hairdresser deliberately did it bad so she would have to come back sooner. I do not know where she gets that from, it looked very nice. She swears there is no curl in the back but it has a ton of curl. We finally head out almost 2 hours past the original time we were to head out. (Family is used to this when dealing with mom). On the way there, she started in on me. How I think she is lying about her tops missing, how I think she does not hear someone on her steps and trying to open her door all the time now (although she does not hear us on the steps or the doorbell half the time) and what a horrible person I am. I am used to this. Funny isn't it - the one who does the most for someone gets treated the crappiest. I finally had all I could take so I turned up the music a bit, which made her angrier. She started singing above the music. I blew ya'll. Horrible I know. I told my mama to shut up. It was not a nice scene. It was the typical "how can I ruin your day" scenario with my mom. She is so toxic. She accused me of running around on Michael with someone she calls "little beardie".. Michael and I tried to figure out who it is she thinks that might be. We are not sure. It just ruined my afternoon. I stayed away from her at my brother's, which made her madder. If she came outside to sit, I sat elsewhere. If I went inside and she came inside, I moved elsewhere. Nothing major - just did not want to hear it anymore. The bright side of the day was my daughter - Jen. She got me a massage at a local place here in town. I cannot wait to use it. It was very sweet. She told me I really needed it now, after spending the day with grandma.

Funny moment of the day? My mom was asking my SIL if she had gained weight ( only the negative, remember?) and my daughter butted in and told my SIL she looked great like she was (and she does). My SIL asked my daughter had she lost some weight and my daughter said "No, and if you do not believe me ask grandma!" I nearly lost it.

When I got Drama GrandMama home last night, she tried to act like nothing had happened. She was satisfied to have created chaos and upset everyone. My whole life has been this with her. I told her I was going out with a friend (not Little Beardie) to hear another friend play. Michael was not back from his mom's yet and I left. My friend Jim and I went to the Honey Hut to hear Gil Franklin (hmm, he is shorter than me and has a beard...could he be Little Beardie???). Jim and I were laughing about the LB comment from my mom. We were planning on staying just a little while but were there until the music stopped at 10:20 - it rocked!! No where else on a Sunday evening can you go to a bar, sit outside on a deck, drink some brewskies and listen to some awesome music - than the Honey Hut. I do not know how they get away with it. No one else can open to do this. I would so love to describe the Honey Hut to you but words cannot do it justice. It is a biker, redneck, Levy rat bar.... what can I say? The music is good and the beer is cold. I need to get pictures...because a picture is worth a thousand words.

Next year on Mother's Day, I am leaving town!!!!

posted by Deb @ 9:50 AM