Okay, Well

one goods night sleep is just not enough. Slept badly last night as well. Still feeling pretty ill.

So, as usual, I had a really good yarn with my mom on the phone today.  I talk to her most Sundays.

Today we mostly talked about being a mom versus being a grandmom.  You see, her mom wasn’t exactly the ‘milk and cookies’ kind of grandmom.  And I always wished she was.

My mom isn’t exactly the ‘milk and cookies’ kind of grandmom either mostly  because she believes in eating healthy and never gives out sweets!  Not even to her grandchildren (of which she has 10, and, technically, 1 great grandchild)!

As I said to her on the phone today, I get jealous.  Cuz she might be a pain in the ass as a mother, but she is a fantastic grandmother.  To which replied “I am not a bad mother!” to which I replied “I didn’t say you were bad, I said you were a pain the ass!”

This led to a conversation about dying.  And how she hopes that when she dies I don’t feel too sad because I will have come to terms with whatever is between us by then, like she did with her mom.  I said I highly doubted that would be the case, as we are much closer than she was with her mom.  Simon, who was overhearing this, yelled out “Tell her not to worry, we’ll build her a statue!” To which I replied, “You’ve got it backwards, she wants us to shrug our shoulders and say, ‘oh well, she’s dead!’ To which he replied “Tell her I already feel that way!!”

My mom was laughing so hard I thought she’d choke.

My mom is a good mom.  I was, shall we say, a difficult child and teenager (that snort you just heard was my step-father choking on his diet coke from the understatement.  It came from the direction of Florida).  In truth? I was a 100% grade A brat.  I am sometimes not sure how any of us survived.  But we did. Thanks to my mom.

So, thanks mom.  For putting up with me through those years.  For wanting to spare me any pain at your death (Oh, well, she’s dead!). And for understanding and laughing so hard at my husband.

Love you.