So my mother has been in this royally bitchy mood whenever I call her. I figured it was her being in a bad mood over the fact that my sister, the baby of the family, who has lived with my parents, her entire 29.7 years of life, had moved halfway across the planet to Japan.
It hit my mother harder than she thought it would, and it didn’t really help that my sister’s friend monopolized my sister’s entire last weekend at home, giving my mother no time alone to hang out with my sister and give her a proper goodbye. and, honestly, why my mother didn’t say anything is beyond me, but really that’s neither here nor there and truly none of my business.
And whenever I’d call her, she’d sound annoyed that I was bothering her, and it made me sort of, well, pissed off. I’d lament to the Meester, “what the hell is up her ass? I mean, my sister left over a month ago, she needs to get over it.”
Cut to yesterday, when the Meester asked me, casually “by the way, did you call your mother on her birthday?”
Him: Maybe that’s possibly her reason for being pissed off?
Yeah, so with the snow and being trapped in the house and my BRAIN not really working properly, I completely forgot to call her, and I am the biggest, most giant asshole excuse for a daughter. Honest to god, if I hadn’t given that woman grandkids, she’d probably have written me off years ago.
P.S. I am really truly horrible with birthdays, obviously, so if I forgot yours, um, HAPPY BIRTHDAY.