So we are all 9 of us sitting at a lovely table in the restaurant of my Sisters Hotel in Limerick on St Stephens Day having travelled far and wide to be together. There's a long table behind us laid out for the children who, having finished their desert, feel the need to release some of their pent up energy by running laps around the room.
I am in the middle of my sticky toffee pudding when I hear Rachel down the far end of the table announce to all and sundry
"Mum and me have no relationship what so ever."
YA WHAT???
I felt the whole table had stop talking and all eyes were on me. My sticky toffee pudding stuck in my throat and I felt the tears welling up in my eyes. I excused myself and made my way to the toilet where I tried to gather my thoughts and find a way to get back to the table and get my purse out of my handbag to buy myself a stiff whiskey without anybody noticing that my brand new Chanel mascara wasn't waterproof.
HAVE NO RELATIONSHIP WHAT SO EVER?
IS SHE KIDDING?
Who
takes calls from the assistant principle about suspensions while shopping in Lidl?
drives around in her dressing gown with wet hair late at night after frantic telephone calls?
drives 300 meters down the hill to save an uphill walk?
doles out money like playing cards?
allows 150 people have sleepovers on the same night?
never asks for more than the odd monthly input of hoovering or dishwasher emptying?
allows Greenday to be played on a continuous loop?
cuts hair during prime time tv?
never mentions mushrooms growing in coffee cups?
washes, irons, feeds and gives relationship advice?
gives lifts to Dublin, Arklow, Bray?
and does as she's told and doesn't sing or dance causing embarrassment when friends are over?
I know.
SHITHEAD. THAT'S WHO.
Thank God it's a new year because that means there can be a new me.
IF YOU WANT SHITHEAD I CAN SHOW YOU SHITHEAD HONEY.
NEW YEARS RESOLUTION NUMBER
1.....Grow a Backbone.
2.....Buy waterproof mascara.
3 comments:
Sad story :(
Though I think we just have to accept that it's a mother's job to be hated by her daughters for a while - she'll get over it, and like my friend who has a great relationship with her two grown daughters, you'll pretend you don't remember the bad years.
My four year old daughter told me she hated me several times a day all through my second pregnancy...
Ouch, that was below the belt. I'm only 11 years older than Rachel and I remember having similar feelings about my mother (although I wouldn't have had the guts to say it out loud) Funny thing is we get on great now, we're more friends than anything else - i'm sure it'll be the same for you guys.
It's so annoying when people let you down like that. I wouldn't worry about it because all the people she said it to know exactly what kind of relationship you have. You have the patience of a siant putting up with all the antics lately. She was just looking for attention by putting on the 'woe is me' troubled teenager act. She loves you to bits and she is very lucky to have such a great Mum
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