After visiting Friday evening, I’d invited my mom to go to Starbucks with me the following morning. Middle and her husband don’t keep coffee in the house, and honestly, introverts like me enjoy scheduling as many impromptu exits from society as possible. Plus, Mom had seemed so happy/sad about the
Around eight, we left my parents’ house for Middle’s place. Middle has a great house with plenty of room, and she’s always kind about letting us stay with her when we visit. After we put kids to bed, Middle wanted to talk about Mom and Dad. As you might suspect,
This is how I knew it was gonna be a bad trip: A few days before our scheduled visit, while I was still blissfully sitting in my own damn house, Mom didn’t pick up her phone on either of my attempts. Which usually means 1) her phone has died or
Christmas provided no escape from family functions, a true throwback to the The Good Ol’ Days of my family of origin: we opened presents, sat around the house in pajamas most of the day, and my mother made way too much food. She started cooking after breakfast with the help
My mother bought our kids ski lessons and two days of lift tickets for the holiday, and so our Saturday and Sunday plans were to leave the house early and be gone all day. In the numerous emails my mom sent out in the planning phase of this vacation,