I know that you all have missed my crazy mother stories, so here's a new one.
On Friday, I was supposed to pick her up from her nail appointment, learn how to water her plants while she was away, and she wanted to give me a gift for the people that I am spending Christmas with. For reasons that make sense only to her, she never called me to pick her up. (Even though I called her twice).
so, then - SNOWPOCALYPSE!
She calls me on Sunday to ask about me coming down for the plants. I say very calmly that we're on the tail end of the worst snow storm in DC in a hundred years (not an exaggeration), and I can't drive down there (more likely that I won't, not for some fucking plants). So she tells me how to deal with the plants, we hang up. Then she calls back and says "How am I going to get the present to the Smiths?" I say "I don't know, put it in the mail?" So, she decides to bring it to me. I tell her that I'm leaving the house at 10:30, so she says that she'll be there before then.
So, I'm happily sleeping at 8:15 this morning when the phone rings. I stumble out of bed, but by the time I get to the phone, it's gone to voicemail. I see that it was my mother. I take the handset back to the bedroom so I can listen to the message when it comes up. Then the phone rings again, I pick up and she's crying "I'm here and I've been calling all morning and you won't pick up" I'm confused (cause it's 8:15 and the phone has only rung twice). I throw on a coat and walk downstairs (I couldn't buzz her in because she called from her cell). I open the door and step back for her to come in, and she hands me the bag and says Merry Christmas and just walks away.
Now, if she is true to form, this will be followed by a "you're a terrible daughter" call at some point. She's leaving tomorrow morning for cruise, so it will probably come tonight.
Part of me feels guilty because she's upset, but another part of me says that the problem is of her own making; if she hadn't fucked with the plan, this all would have been taken care of on Friday, and I shouldn't have to schlep down to her house to pick up a gift that she is giving to someone else. Frankly, if we hadn't had plans on Friday, I would have made more effort, but it pissed me off that we had a way that made it easier for everyone, and she decided to change it without discussion (not the first time)