In the end, I decided not to.
I didn't call my own mother on Mother's Day.
I know, I know.
I'm a horrible, horrible daughter.
But, I kept wondering whether or not I should and in the end just didn't want to.
I just saw her on Thursday and told her to have a happy Mother's Day.
And if I called, she'd say that I was just out there so she didn't figure I would.
And if I didn't call, she'd tell me when I did talk to her that she was expecting me to call.
I couldn't win no matter what I did so I said screw it and didn't call.
It's not like we really have much to say anyway.
We can go a month without speaking and when we do speak we can talk a few minutes and she'll say
" Well, I don't have anything else to talk about, do you?"
And than she hangs up.
I look at the phone and realize we've only been talking about 5 minutes.
Either that or she will spend the time talking to me about the people that had funerals that she helped out at.
People I didn't even know.
I see all this stuff about how great mothers are and it makes me wonder if people really have such great mothers or they just gloss over all the bad parts.
Honeyman doesn't wish his mother a happy Mother's Day either.
Both our mothers spent so much of our lives being angry people.
My mother always kinda reminded me of Marie Barone without the make-up.
Giving a compliment that really isn't a compliment is her forte.
Ok, that's maybe a bit harsh.
She does have her good moments.
Just many times a little of her goes a long way.