We would sit in there and joke; "What IS she doing in there?"
"She is probably running a load of laundry"
"No, I'll bet she is vacuuming"
We were total buttholes.
And then we were late to whatever it was that we were trying to get to....
Of course, once again, The Great and Powerful Karma has shown me the error of my ways.
My mom probably was doing our friggin' laundry or cleaning our mess from the house, or maybe, just maybe she was sitting at the table, drinking a Diet Pepsi and watching 10 minutes of As The World Turns IN PEACE. Who knows? All I can now assume is that she was laughing at us, the people that she had corralled into the vehicle who were usually constantly bugging her for her time and attention, the people that she literally "waited on" all day, every day, because she had us waiting on her. Brilliant, mother. I am humbled by your silent irony and unassuming manner. I have yet to master anything that requires me to be silent or unassuming.
I was reminded of this piece of my past as my family was waiting on me in the vehicle the other day. I was in the house, taking two desparate minutes to maniacally pick up toys, because my carpet monkeys (who were strapped into the vehicle with their father) weren't present to follow behind me in their typical Tasmanian Devilish fashion, leaving a wild path of destruction behind him. The feeling of joy and accomplishment of being alone in my home and getting a minor task finished was so overwhelming that I was practically whistling.
And then we pulled into church 15 minutes late, only to realize that yes, we did indeed miss the entire Baptism of our friends' baby.
I didn't cry. Almost.
On the way to their home for the post-Baptismal reception, we of course had to get fuel (because the low fuel light had already been illuminated for quite some time), some food and a gift. As I was
And so the cycle continues....