MIA Mom
May 13th, 2008 by Kateastrophe
So, this last week I’ve had a taste of what life without my Mom would be like. IT TOTALLY SUCKS.
My Mom is one of my very best friends and we talk on the phone at least two or three times a week. We’re close to the same size and are now in the business of swapping clothes (or of me giving her my clothes in order to help her get away from the dreaded “Mom Jeans.” You know the ones of which I speak) she is my personal decorator, nurse/physician and confidante. She is seriously one of the coolest people in the whole world. She cooks, she builds stuff, she demolishes stuff, she camps, she lives in Tee-pees (you heard me), she skis, she listens, she owns her own successful business, she defends me, she tells me when I’m being stupid, she’s brilliant and she runs marathons for FUN, people. Try living in the shadow of THAT! Ok it’s not that bad. She’s uber supportive and has always made me feel like I could fly if I wanted it badly enough. She’s truly amazing.
All that being said, she’s on my list this week. She’s been roughing it on a river trip with my brother for six days and HER CELL PHONE DOESN’T GET RECEPTION. I’M DYING OVER HERE!
I have some horrible form of the plague that has taken up residence in my nasal cavities and throat and none of my usual medications are helping. I absentmindedly picked up the phone to call her from the always confusing drug aisle of the grocery store and as it went straight to voicemail I realized that I have NO IDEA what medicine to get without her. *Sob, cough, sneeze, sob*
I am in the process of finding paint for my family room. From Lowe’s, I absentmindedly picked up the phone to call her and as it goes straight to voicemail I realize that I can’t POSSIBLY pick out paint without her!! *Sob, leave walls white, sob.*
I found an unbelievable deal on her new favorite jeans, and I picked up the phone to call her . . . luckily I remembered she fell off the face of the earth and there’s no way for me to get a hold of her. She just missed out on great jeans! Take that, camping trip Mom.
I have decided that my Mom can never move anywhere that cell phones don’t work AND she’s never allowed to die, because I will cease to function as a human being. It’s sad but true.
Mommy? Come back soon!
- Posted in The Awesome Continues
May 13th, 2008 at 2:38 pm
mom jeans… with a 9 inch zipper….
http://www.hulu.com/watch/10333/saturday-night-live-mom-jeans
love that commercial!
hope your mommy is coming back soon!
May 13th, 2008 at 3:13 pm
I can SO relate to this, because my sister and I FLIP OUT when we can’t get a hold of mother. She has to get special cell phone coverage whenever she goes on vacation because we might die if we couldn’t reach her.
May 13th, 2008 at 6:58 pm
Your mom sounds great –
Do you think she’d adopt me?
Hey, thanks for stopping by my blog. It made my day to hear from you.
I’ve heard a fair amount about you from Brillig too — and look forward to more.
May 14th, 2008 at 12:39 am
I love my mom but I don’t think I have quite the same kind of dependency. I wonder if that’s a good thing?
May 14th, 2008 at 9:48 am
I know exactly how you feel.
Ironically, my mom had the same reaction last night when she couldn’t get in touch with me. I wonder if this smacks of co-dependence.
May 14th, 2008 at 11:46 am
I’m always a wreck when my mom is MIA also–it’s so strange, because we definitely had some rocky years when I was growing up, but now she’s at the top of my speed dial! (That’s metaphorical–do people actually still use speed dial anyway?)
May 14th, 2008 at 4:52 pm
Awww, that’s so cute! I hate to call your current misery “cute,” but it is!
It’s really great that you guys have such a wonderful, close relationship. (I’m so jealous!)
May 14th, 2008 at 8:43 pm
Holy Time-to-sever-the-umbilical-cord, Batman.
Nah, I’m just kidding. I totally get that. I used to call my mom whenever one of the kids got sick. “Mom, she has a rash and a fever and she’s puking. Fix her!” Or when someone spilled something on the ground– like that time that Nathan turned a bottle of maple syrup upside down… onto the carpet. That was a “MOMMMY! How do I get a liter of maple syrup out of my carpet?”
But now she’s gone, and I find that I actually do okay without her! Who knew?
May 14th, 2008 at 8:44 pm
Wo– not “gone” like “dead,” but “gone” like “on a mission in a tropical paradise and unreachable by phone.” Hope I didn’t freak anyone out…
May 15th, 2008 at 4:18 pm
I feel the same way about my Mom. When we moved away from my hometown it was so hard to get used to not talking to her or seeing her every day. We still miss her all the time.
Hope Mom gets home soon!!