Monday, June 22, 2009

Mother, Daughter Conversations

I decided to call my mom since it had been over a week since we had spoken and this is the following conversation that took place:

Mom: Hello?

Me: Hey, whatcha doing?

Mom: Watching a movie.

Me: Which one?

Mom: I think it's called the Mentalist or something.

Me: That's not a movie, it's a television show. Did you lose my number?

Mom: I've been busy. And you know the phone works both ways, young lady. And don't you get smart with me either. I got my bedroom cleaned up and the rest of the yard sale stuff put away. Plus, I've been baby sitting and carrying your brother back and forth to the doctor. What have you been doing?

Me: Nothing, I was sick most of the week. Had to take the cat to the vet because he wasn't feeling well.

Mom: How can you tell? He just lays around all the time anyway. I swear, whoever heard of an entire family having the same disease, right down to the cat. What was wrong with you?

Me: Well, I think it was my kidneys, might have been my back. I had a sore throat, I was sweaty, had a sinus-like condition and I was grumpy.

Mom: Phhhfft! There ain't nothing wrong with you and you've been grouchy your whole life. You're just having more of those hot flashes again, aren't you? You know, when I went through the change, I had everything you just described and it lasted about 15 years. You didn't hear me complaining, did you? I had you three kids, your father, and a full time job. Take an aspirin, and get a fan or two, you'll be all right. You should've called me, I would have told you what was wrong.

Me: ...but, Mom?

Mom: I gotta go, call me later!

Click!

10 comments:

The Peach Tart said...

I love it.

Lola said...

Too funny!

Margaret LaVonne Hall said...

HOW TRUE!!! I can just imagine! Hope you are feeling better, by the way! Always fun to read from your pen.....
Margaret
(http://margarethall.wordpress.com)

The Crazy Suburban Mom said...

That was poetry, I tell ya.


tracy

Joanna said...

Holy smokes this is my Mom! I've dubbed her Cruella DeVil - behind her back as she's just too scary to say that to her face.

Hope you are feeling better.

Rae said...

Funny!
But it sounds like a conversation that I've had with my daughter-
her part being the part of your mother! I swear I never dropped her on her head or anything!
Can't wait for more! Keep em coming!

Jennifer Major said...

Now that's a true mother/daughter relationship. Who wants your mom to be all candy sweet when she can tell you exactly what she thinks. That's why I rarely ask mine if I look good, unless I really want to know!

Cindy said...

LOL! Hilarious! :)

City Girl said...

Aaaaand that's EXACTLY why I don't call my mother!

Care said...

Without a doubt this is the most intense of all relationships, sparks alternately flying around and threatening to blaze the surroundings and then coming to rest in the intimate warmth of a glowing campfire. Until adolescence, the mother-daughter relationship is one of general warmth and closeness. Sure, there are the occasional blow-ups, but most resolve themselves with heartfelt apologies from both sides, and lots of hugs

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