My mom's day.

I couldn't figure out why my mom was so crabby last night. She walked in carring groceries and was really grumbling. I mean she was so crabby I was almost scared to ask her what was wrong. So I finally got brave and asked her. Wow, not sure if I would have finished out the day like she did.

It started with her getting up late. She was running around trying to get ready and everything was going wrong. She has to take my sister to school everyday and then go to work. Well my sister must have been in a bad mood. She decided to pick a fight with my mom. I could hear them yelling at each other as they were going out the door. I knew that wasn't pretty so I didn't go out and say good morning.

From there it only got worse. Apparently she forgot her phone and had to come back and get it. Boy she would be lost without it. She works in Saginaw so she was has to drive almost an hour 1 way every day. She told me that she hates driving through Reese because her 1 and only speeding ticket she got in Reese. So when she told me she got in an accident there, I felt really bad. She was stopped at the 4 way stop and rolled into the car in front of her. The guy had a ball hitch and it broke her Harley Davidson "Fatboy" license plate. She  was bummed.

That made her even later for work. Wednesday was suppose to be her day off. However her corporate boss scheduled a mandatory conference call for all managers. Then her deliveries and pick ups were not ready. She was only suppose to be there for 2 hours and ended up being there for 5 hours. She wanted to get home early and that didn't happen. She stopped at the grocery store to buy stuff for supper cause she didn't want to cook. She had 14 items and the express line was for 12 items. There was only 1 other check out line open and there was 2 people with full carts checking out. So she asked if she could check out in the express lane. There was no one in line before her or after her. The clerk said "NO". She was so upset. The ice cream she bought me was melting.

Caro Homecoming

This Saturday Caro High School was having there homecoming dance. Now as a college student you would think that this would have no effect on me unfortunatly it does. I have only one younger sister, her name is Sam, and she is 15, a sophmore in high school. She had been talking about the dance for weeks and was very excited to attend her first dance as a high schooler. The dance was Saturday and my mom had to work so that left me to help Sam get ready for what she thought was the most important day of her life.
As I was eating breakfast my cell phone rang, it was my mom, probably to make sure everything was set for tonight. I answered and began running through the list of things that I was in charge of to make Sams night run smoothly. When I finished my mom informed me that Sams friends would also be coming over to get ready at our house. I thought ok thats fine I can handle 1 or 2 more people, no big deal. Then my mom said that 6 girls would be dropped off within the next 2 hours. What! I knew then exactly why my mom chose to work.
The next few hours of my day consisted of painting nails, doing makeup, and helping with dresses for seven girls. I seriously considered running away. Fast! With all the comotion and drama of having 7 teenage girls in the house it was hard to stay sane and get through the day. If any of you have a teenager in your house you understand where I'm coming from and those of you who don't well, count your blessings. Even though my day didn't turn out how I had planned and I didn't get any of my to do list done all the girls looked beautiful. They left and had a great time at the dance while had a great time at home with the peace and quiet.

Trip from hell!

 

Last weekend my mom made me go with her to Indiana. My grandma's 85 year old sister died and my grandma needed to go see the family. The trip was only overnight so I didn't throw a huge fit. It started by me having to drive my grandma and grandpa to Saginaw and meet my mom. I didn't know grandpa was going too. I love my grandpa but not his cigars. I knew then that this short overnight trip was going to be a long one.

We drove all afternoon and most of the night. It took alsmost 4 hours to get to Fort Wayne, Indiana. You can't imagine how many cigars can be smoked in 4 hours. We finally got there. The lady that died was Aunt Viola and her husband was Uncle Kermit. So Uncle Kermit greeted us at the door. Mom told me to be nice and not make any faces or comment on her house. She told me Aunt Viola was a pack rat and she saved everything. Wow is all I can say. It looked like an episode of "Horders" from tv. But then after visiting for a while, Uncle Kermit told us we couldn't stay there and we had to get a motel. Fort Wayne is the size of Detroit and we had no idea where we were going. So my mom used her phone to locate some motels. After we looked at 3 different motels we gave up and paid cash. It was so bad that my mom covered our pillows with the dress she was wearing. The screen door was kicked in at the bottom and there was no screen or glass on the top. When we got in the room it was very dirty and smelled. I wanted to cry and go somewhere else. It was already midnight and my grandpa was crabby and tired. So my mom and I joked about sleeping in the bathtub so the bed bugs wouldn't get us. That wasn't any cleaner. The picture of the drawer shows that there was someone elses clothes and food in it. It was totally gross. The tv was missing buttons and the name of the motel was burned in the side of the tv. Not exactly sure why unless it would help the cops return it if it was stolen.

I didn't sleep much that night. My mom and I kept giggling. I know she was trying to make me feel better about having to stay there. We made it through the night alive and no bug bites. I was actually amazed. We went out for breakfast with Uncle Kermit and then drove to the funeral home. We got to have a private viewing with Uncle Kermit. It wasn't very long and then we were on our way back home. Which was another 4 hours with grandpa's cigars. I was never so happy to see my shower and then my bed!