I’m going out of town for a few days. Daddy is staying home with Berlyn so, if you see my child with snarly hair and snot residue on her wrist, you’ll know why.
I’m going to visit some relatives with my mother, and I am scared. So very, very scared. As I was booking the flight, I turned to my mom and had the realization that we have never been on a trip together-just the two of us. Sure there were family vacations, and what not, but this is just my mom. and. me. Together.
I know we will argue, I know that I’ll roll my eyes, and say, “Mommm, stop!” to her constant efforts to get me to drink more fluids, her nagging me to put on a warmer jacket, and her disapproving look when I cough, as if to say, “see, you’re sick. I told you that you should have stayed home. Dammit Beckey. Now you’re going to get me sick, and I sure as hell don’t want to take care of you all week long.” Yup, all that in one disapproving, motherly look.
But she’ll get mad at me to because I’ll try to fix her hair, make her wear different pants, and try to dissuade her from yet another snack.
This trip I say we call a truse. I’ll try not to nag her and I can only hope that she’ll try not to nag me. I think it sounds like a fantastic idea, and we’ll see how it goes.