My daughter tells me very matter-of-factly one day, that I am rude in the drive-thru. Seriously, do you even know me?
Me?! Rude to the drive-thru attendant? How is this even possible?
We are Tim’s obsessed, probably due to my overzealous need for caffeine and Hubby’s need for tea that’s made by somebody other than me. Whatever the reason, we can’t help ourselves. Whilst attending the drive-thru on the way home from work one day, the attendant person pleasantly asks for my order and, in my sincerest nicest voice ( I swear, I was nice) I give my order…or so I thought.
“MOM! Why are you so rude?!” I hear from the passenger seat. D2 was appalled and looking at me like I had just turned into a Zombie and was about to snack down on a stranger’s arm. Geez, it’s not like I tried to tell her a joke, or made a Dr. Seuss rhyme out of my order like I so wanted to. “Can I have timbits in box with a fox in his sox? I do not like tea on a train or in the rain or by the plains. I do not like green tea and jam, I do not like that Swiss cheese and ham.”
I was shocked.
ME?! RUDE?! WHAT?!
Everybody thinks I’m nice…well, everybody who I declare my niceness to on a daily basis and have no evidence of the contrary, unless you count that time I called somebody a jackass for putting out notes all over the place regarding my apparent total disregard for putting my trash away when really, in my defense, it wasn’t technically ‘trash’ so much as compost and I had left it in the wrong place. Then maybe….
“What was not nice about that?” I ask.
“You just said ‘Yeah, give me blah, blah, blah’ DON’T SAY ‘YEAH’ SAY ‘HELLO’ OR ‘HI’”
Obviously, I missed the drive-thru tutorial on niceties and politeness while giving a Tim’s order.
“Okay, former McDonald’s drive-thru chick, I’ll say ‘hi’ instead of ‘yeah’. Anything else?” I hadn’t even realized I had said the totally offensive ‘yeah’.
“No, just try to be nice. They WORK IN A DRIVE-THRU FOR GOD’S SAKE”
“Okay, okay….but I did say ‘thank you’!”
“Yes. That’s good, but drop the ‘yeah’. It’s rude”
“Can I rhyme? I want my coffee in a box with a fox….”
“NO! NO NO NO A THOUSAND TIMES NO!”
“So…no? Hmm…then saying ‘ yeah’ is rude?”
“Yeah…I mean ‘yes’”
My postings have taken the proverbial nose-dive…it’s not due to anything specific, just time and energy. It seems I am lacking both these days.
Life is marching on and with it comes kids becoming awkward young adults. Case in point, D1 and her purchase of her first new car. After listening to her pleading and begging, three years of it to be exact, we took her out Saturday for ‘car shopping’. A somewhat daunting task that had us juggling dealerships and models and bi-weekly payment schedules. In the end, she bought the car she liked the most or in her immortal words ‘the car I’ve always wanted’. The white car shall take a place in ma driveway whilst my little Toyota shall be relegated to the street…tossed aside and left to wonder its fate as the daughter’s car, all shiny and bright, gets admired and awed over like a…well, new car. Daughter is thrilled, however, her new life as a bill-payer is also becoming a weight that we warned shall be hers forever more. Don’t wish to grow up too fast, dear one. It ain’t all it’s cracked up to be….
It’s been a busy time, me adjusting to life as a mother to adults living all under the same roof and subjected to daily musings of ‘do you need help seeing that mom’? or ‘Did you forget I told you that already?’ Ugh. I’ve caught myself singing their baby songs in the morning, remembering that a song could settle even the middle one on a restless night (which invariably lasted for four years) and could bring a smile to a bouncy baby boy. Now the babies are practically grown (or are grown) and I’m left feeling empty-nested, but without the empty nest. When did that happen? I can still see them settled next to me for Chapter One of the new book that’s all the rage, Harry Potter. I insisted that when the last one came out, we would be reading it together. Big dreams die hard, and that one fell to an awful fate of “Mom, we are too old to have you read to us. We think we can read that ourselves” and “I’m waiting for the movie. I’m not reading all that” (D1) Ugh.
How I see ma little girl…good commercial.
Nursing school, University schedules, junior high school yearbooks and new cars are taking the place of Harry Potter stories and baby songs. I’m lamenting my new role as Mom, The Chief Food Supplier and Educational Supporter. Give me a good book surrounded by pajama clad kids and a round of You Are My Sunshine, any day.
This growing up stuff, sucks….