This really happened to me. Sometimes having my mother nearby is a source of bemusement. Such is the case with this story.
My mother called and left a message on my phone asking me what day it was. It was Monday but she was just sure when she awoke it was Tuesday. I had committed to taking her to a nail appointment on Tuesday and she got up and dressed for the ‘outing’ to get her nails done. Her neighbor stopped by, as she does every morning, and in the course of their conversation informed my mother that it was Monday, not Tuesday.
Hence the call to me for verification.
I returned my mother’s call and told her that it was, in fact, Monday.
“It is?” she questioned.
I affirmed that it was Monday. She went on to question my answer and became irate with me and said she had gotten up and was all ready for me to pick her up for her nail appointment.
There was little to respond with so I simply said, “okay.” This seemed to agitate her even more and she insisted that she was ready for the nail appointment. Now!
I reminded her that just because she wanted it to be Tuesday didn’t mean that it was really Tuesday! She became increasingly angry with me and ended the conversation with, “Well, I’m in my nice clothes now and I’m NOT changing.”
So there.
That ought to teach me to tell her it is Monday when she wants it to be Tuesday!
I’m certain a number of different emotions played into her response to me. Pride, disappointment and embarrassment come to mind first. I tried to laugh it off for her sake. I figured if we made a joke out of it she could more easily let it go. She wasn’t all that responsive to the humor but at least it put an end to her tirade.
I know she can’t help it when she gets confused but there is something comical about her anger at me. Sure, I like to think of myself as a Goddess now and then. But control of the earth’s rotation is just slightly out of my realm.
But if it snows when she doesn’t want it to…I’m in BIG trouble!
