My mother is coming for a visit today. Now she and I get along rather well… as long as we are not in the same room. We talk on the phone just about every day and she clips articles from the newspaper and magazines to mail me that she thinks I will be interested in.
The only problem is when we are in the same room. I can see her eyes rolling and annoyed body language. We rub each other the wrong way most times that she visits. Twice she has abruptly left when she gets angry or hurt. And it made me angry.
She is annoyed by my dogs, though I’ve had them for 11 years. I have dogs, it’s about time you get used to it.
She cooks when she visits. She is the greatest cook I’ve encountered. It drives The Detective nuts though. He feels bad that she does all this cooking while she is here. He feels like she should relax and do things she wants to do. But she wants to cook. This trip she has planned to make a new chili recipe, crab cakes, cheese scones, pinepple margaritas, ribs, and a few other things. I can’t wait. Not only will it all be delish, but I also have a few days off from cooking.
I’m crossing my fingers that we don’t get on each other’s nerves. I’m not sure what it is about being in close proximity that sets us off. I’m sure it’s something from childhood, but I can’t figure it out.
Do other people get along with their mothers? Am I the only one that can only do that when we are a couple of hundred miles apart?
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Interestingly enough, I think my mom and I are the opposite. We talk on the phone maybe two times a week (that's just because she has a granddaughter now, before Harper it was MAYBE once a week), but are much better off just being in the same room. I'm not sure what it is about talking on the phone with her, maybe the fact that she always seems to be in a hurry to get off the phone? Maybe what I'm telling her is not interesting? I'm not sure, but whatever it is disappears whenever we're actually together.
We'll see how it all works out this summer, though, looks like she'll be here for about 3 weeks in a row, which means a clean house, the cooking done and a babysitter should we need her…who knows. Maybe I'll need to come back to this post and revise my comment after she leaves…