I’ve had a pretty tumultous relationship with my mother throughout the course of my life. Those not new here will know I didn’t speak to my parents for years. It was coincidental that she happened to call me when I was newly pregnant with the Mini. It took me a long time to warm up to the idea of talking to my family again, but somehow, it worked out and my mother really had no ulterior motive. Sure she still drives me crazy. I think that’s normal. And I know that I’ll drive my own kids crazy. But if it weren’t for her, I’m sure my kitchen would still be in boxes. She loves hanging out with her grandson, and she always takes care of us when she stays. She kept my house afloat when I was bedridden a couple of weeks ago and I still have yet to find a way to do something nice for her for dropping everything and coming down to help us out.
My parents are currently in Florida for the week, returning tomorrow. I’ve been having contractions for the last couple of days. They’ve been erratic enough that I’ve held off on calling the doctor, because I’m scared that this kid will spite me by showing up when she’s on vacation. Not to mention the fact that my house has suffered in a major way since she’s left.
I want my Mommy.