I didn't realize it has been so long since last we spoke. Oh the journey that has occurred....
First let me start with what brought me here today - Mother's Day. It was yesterday. I in a fit of I don't know what decided that I needed to go to Church. Original plan was to get up early with the hubby and go to 7:30 AM Mass - um - yeah. Since we went to bed at almost midnight I bagged that plan and got myself to 9:00 AM Mass. Things were going well, then Father Long-Sermon got up and that was all she wrote... well all HE wrote...
But he started strong, telling a tale of a 40-something year old woman who told him how much she hated Mother's Day, and why. Heck it could have been me! telling that tale (infertility, mess etc.). For some reason that stuck a deep nerve, and the priest went on to say that while not every woman is a mother in that traditional sense, each woman has her own role to play, and God has a plan for her, teacher, mentor, one encounter than changes someone. I took that lesson to heart - 30 minutes later he was still talking about sheep and shepherds and well - frankly Father wandered on me and my brain went out for a latte. Forgive me Father - for you droned on. When the adults get restless Father - it's time to 'sum up'. (and meet another reason why my ticket is already punched)
I am not ashamed to admit I too have less that happy feelings about Mother's Day. Oh I am still blessed to have Nana around especially since we can chat, gossip and generally encourage each other's bad habits. This is my own personal baggage well documented - but it's mine and it doesn't pop often I try very hard not to haul that bit of bulky luggage around. Frankly it's counter productive. Mother's Day, well that bag is there. Generally I smile, say Thank you when someone wishes me a Happy Mother's Day and move on. For some reason I had a hard time at church Sunday - and it didn't help that they were handing out flowers for all Mom's after Mass. I didn't take one.
So make my way home, after a number of errands, then do breakfast and log on to Facebook. And in what I can only say God works in mysterious ways - I saw two posts, one from a 'kid' (recently graduated from my girl's group) who wished her Mom Happy Mother's Day then posted she a similar greeting stating to all the women who influenced her and gave her good guidance, I was listed among the four she tagged. I was seriously touched. Then right below that was a post from another Girl's Group "Mom" (her daughter belongs) and she too said something seriously nice to me about Mother's Day. I was seriously touched and humbled. I was reminded of Father Long-wind's words and put that big of luggage way for another year.
This of course was after I had hauled that bit of luggage around for a few extra days in April - after the trip to the in-laws. Saying my mother-in-law is clueless is an insult to clueless people. She lets those great grand children of hers - run wild. And they aren't that well behaved to begin with. My sister packs enough crap with her to keep one kid entertained, my niece didn't bring a thing for any of her 4 children to play with -- at a party -- filled with adults, in a place that has lots of breakable things that don't belong to you... yeah. Let that one marinate for a minute.
Of course on the trip home, I pick up that luggage again and ask why!? I wanted one - I wasn't greedy - she has 4 and NO interest what-so-ever in tending to any of them.
And that is the end of that rant - it just annoys me.
Finally today - the tale of dog food. Now before you think I've gone off the deep end - stay with me. Our darling pup needed dog food, of course we don't feed our girl just any old dog food - we get her yuppie puppy food sold only at certain places. OK fine, there is one location 10 minutes from our house -- do we go there? No of course not. Why? Because Bubba is involved. Silly goose - do pay attention. ;-)
So - because Bubba is involved we have to drive another 15 minutes up the road, to the one location that sells the 44 pound bag versus the 32 pound bag (that is 10 minutes round trip) from the house. Now knowing Bubba like I do - I know he's taken the hour to calculate the cost differential between that 32 pound bag versus the 44 pound bag - what I doubt he EVER takes into consideration is the extra gas, time and bother to go up the road, and get that bag. Now Sunday - there was a more fun wrinkle on the trip; first I went with him, and second we took Shelby. About 6 minutes from home Shelby left a present in the back of my truck. Now I was prepared, I had a plastic bag with me (never leave home without it - with Shelby) and I had some tissues in the car. Clean it up move on. Bubba not so much.. Grumble, grumble, bitch, moan. We get to this place, Shelby sniffs everything and everyone X12, goes outside, pees on the grass, we walk around a bit, we wander BACK inside the store to discover ONE employee there, she is now calling other stores looking for the mythical 44 pound bag of Yuppie Puppy Dog Food... long story longer -- darn near an hour to get the same bag of dog food that lives 10 minutes from the house, because they didn't have the 44 pound bag we went there specifically for!
Upside - stopped for ice cream on the way home and it took me 5 minutes more to do the final clean up of my car...
Sundays with Aunt Ing and Bubba -- ain't life grand?
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