So I heard from my mom two times today. The first time I was at dinner with Israel and Amanda around 5:00pm. The conversation went like this
“Hey uh Brittany. Now I’m not trying to be your blog…okay no let me start with something positive”
She then asked about 5 random uninterested questions about my day and got to her point
“Okay this isn’t anything to joke about but this morning I went downstairs and saw my decorating pillow all smashed and balled up in the chair. It was all tore up and unkempt. Then I looked on the chaise lounge and saw your laptop, books, socks, and all your junk. I’m telling you I’m not going to live like this. This is making me very uncomfortable. Now you can blog all you want, but this weekend we are getting it and you aren’t going to destroy my clean house again.”
Okay mom. Now I didn’t interrupt any of this because I was on hour 10 of an 15 hour day. Instead I smiled thorough the phone and kindly agreed. Mind you, she’s very polite while saying all of this.
So hour 15 rolls around and I’m home. I come in complaining about being tired and she nods along uninterested. Finally I say goodnight and head to my room.
She waits 10 minutes. She calls my cell phone. She calls my cell phone and says
“Now I’m not going to bother you about this, but that basement. When you came home that basement did not look like that. I really don’t appreciate it Brittany. I asked you not to do that. I don’t like it and I want it cleaned. Now I’m not saying tonight, but tomorrow you need to fix that. You didn’t come home to it like that.”
No wonder why she was uninterested in my day. That was on her mind and she wasn’t going to be at ease until she said something. I’m confident she thought about that all night until I got home.
I can’t make this stuff up.