A little background: my Mother spent some time in the convent before she decided to marry Dad. My folks are regulars at daily mass at their parish, and Mom attends more than her share of funerals. She has told us that she has made notes (which she keeps in her nightstand drawer) to help us plan her funeral mass when the time comes. She's prepared - both spiritually and organizationally.
|My favorite photo of Mom's family. Used in mass booklet.|
Mom showed up at my house unannounced. It later became clear that she had TRIED to call. My landline had no dial tone, which made her think I was napping. No nap in the cards for me, and for the record- I don't ever mess with a dial tone in order to nap. I might close a door, or turn on a fan. I was unaware that my landline wasn't working because a wire that connected the main handset had recently come lose during construction.
|Mom was incredibly impressed that I could add a Celtic cross to one of the pages in the booklet. My uncle graduated from Notre Dame, thus the 'ND Our Mother' song.|
So, there she was ready to put the finishing touches on our latest project despite the chaos factor that ramps up at 3:00 in my house. I began to rearrange my afternoon from my position in front of the computer. I was struggling to re-position my afternoon in my head though. I had JUST started to work on my blog. I saved what I was working on before opening the mass booklet document. Mom leaned in closer: 'What's that?' Me: My blog. Mom: 'Oh, I don't know what that is.' Me: (to myself) 'No kidding?'
Kids filed in from school. 'Curly, once the junior high kids have had their snack they can play a rousing game of memory with you and Theo, since I can't now.' Curly was bummed. She is one of my few remaining offspring who enjoys my presence during things like Memory, snacks, and well . . . just about everything.
When Ed walked in, I shared a look with him and he knew. 'I know my room is gross. I will handle it.' I had texted him my disgust while vacuuming.
Lad texted to share that his latest tonsillitis symptom included a fever.
I typed a few of the changes Mom requested before Mini called out, 'Kyle is here!'
Mom was sitting next to me witnessing what our after school routine is like. Mayhem. Pure mayhem. She was dealing with the interruptions and probably wishing she had come earlier during nap time when the house was quiet.
That made two of us.