Updated: Oct 19, 2020
Momma said there’d be days like this. Sing it baby! Feeling better? Not if you were in my shoes.
Have you ever had a night when you stubbed your toe going to the bathroom? It hurt so bad I thought about hollering for my son, who is an EMT student, to ask him if I needed to go to the hospital. Payback right moms! Guess who got the last laugh.
When I woke up the next morning a spider decided I had not had an eventful enough evening. I explained my comical photo to my daughter, via text, and she asked if I had had wine yet. I said, “I am whining”. Laughing out loud! I must add humor to the situation. It’s great medicine. (except at 3 a.m. when you rip off, yes, rip off part of your toe not just stub it) And because I am just that crazy, I wrote on my foot, ‘Wine please :/’ and sent my daughter another photo!
That reminded me of the time when I visited my mom one summer. It was just the two of us and I had been commenting a lot about how curly my hair had become. She told me to get over it because there are people who would love curly hair. We all know that saying. You always want what you don’t have. I will gladly give you the spider in my bed.
One night I decided to show my mom how curly my hair really was whether she wanted to know or not. I showered that night and let my hair dry naturally. When I woke up the next morning, my hair was sticking out in all directions. I sat up, and then went to show my mom my hair. First of all, she said, ‘You woke me up for that?’ I said, ‘Yes!’ My mom, she always had a come-back. She said, ‘Next thing I know you will be getting a tattoo.’ I have her genes, so I promptly went into the other room and grabbed a Sharpie and drew a heart on the lower part of my hip. She rolled her eyes and went for coffee.
I followed her and reminded her of her antics. The time she dressed up like a genie for a friend who was dying so she could offer him one last wish. I hope to find the picture to share with you. She has also dressed up like Carol Burnett for Halloween. She had the whole outfit from curlers in the hair to her shoe attached to the inside of a bucket that of course went everywhere with her. She even took the mop. Lord, she was a trip.
I am happy to wear the same shoe size as my mom. Although my children do not have my shoe size and will never quite be as unusual as their dear mother, they often try. It may be that our sphere can only handle one jokester at a time. With me evolving, it will be a while before they need to practice. –The Evolving Mother
Evolve with me, the best is yet to be. -me