<p>Thanks. When I tell this story, most people are horrified that I could “leave my mother” like that. I had scrimped and saved and paid on things for that vacaton every payday- I started in Jan for our July vacation. It was an awesome vacation- sea world, swim with dolphins, disneyland, knotts berry farm, snorking on catalina island, riding cable cars in SF, winchester house in San Jose (?)… it was terrific. And yes, mom is good at guilting. I’m immune at this point and just tell her to get over it. It’s harsh, but it works. Life is too short to live with regrets.</p>
<p>Luckily my hubby really gets along well with my mom. And has a TON more patience than I do. Otherwise, I would have had to poison him a looong time ago ;)</p>
<p>Huh. I’ve been carrying my own inhaler since I was 9 and my own epipen since I was 11. Though I do remember my specialist having to make a call.</p>
<p>The problem is not the kid carrying the inhaler – it’s the kid who gets hold of the inhaler who isn’t supposed to use it. That’s why they are so uptight about kids carrying their own inhalers – at least in our school district.</p>
<p>**Actual texts you do NOT want to recieve from your child <a href=“especially%20in%20the%20middle%20of%20a%20meeting!”>/B</a></p>
<p>D: What is the drug I’m taking?
Me: Can you check the bottle?
D: I do not have it on me I’m in hospital</p>
<p>Me (thinking that D is in the ER and is about to die!): Are you OK? What is going on?</p>
<p>I swear I never texted so fast in my life! Turns out, D just followed her hometown doctor’s advice and went to her school’s clinic (not a hospital!) to get a blood test to check for possible side effects of the medicine she’d been prescribed here at home during the winter break, and simply wanted to double-check the name of the drug since she forgot the bottle in her dorm room. :eek:</p>
<p>ChuckleDoodle, you go girl!!! I think that is great that you refused to be guilted for something you really could not change. When I was recently in the hospital, some family/friends were amazed that DH left for a week long trip. IN my opinion, the trip was already paid for, why should we have to pay more to redo it, the coming ER bill will hurt enough and I was well enough that I could wallow in my grumpy recovery without having to put on a friendly face for any one…I could just do what I wanted when I wanted and not have to be polite.</p>
<p>I liked it!</p>
<p>I commend you for the guts to go anti-guilt. My DH’s parents are professional guilters and they like me better :D</p>
<p>We are definitely of the age where we get those dreaded phone calls from both generational ends. Sometimes the parents can be more clueless that the kids.</p>
<p>This is definitely the sandwich generation. I swear I have my own two kids and my mom who’s a big kid and I have less control over!</p>
<p>My hubby and I dream of when we have our house to ourselves- which will probably be when we’re 90! My son just laughs when I’m ranting about his nana. I’ll tell him- don’t worry, one day you’ll be having the same problems with me. His comeback- don’t worry mom, there’s a nursing home with your name on it!</p>
<p>My mom called last night wondering if my Dh and I wanted a free cruise- and she would come along. She had received a phone call from the company who wanted her credit card number, and she said she had to call and ask if we wanted to come along first. :eek:
Me: You were about to give them your credit card number over the phone?!!
Mom: Um, I guess that wouldn’t have been a good idea. I didn’t think about that.
Me: It could have been a scam to get your number, mom. A “free” cruise?<br>
Mom: I guess I’ll tell them we’re not going.</p>
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<p>My grandpa lives with my parents right now. My parents already know they ain’t moving in with any of us kids when they get older. It’s been a disaster at home for the last 18 months and I don’t see an end in sight.</p>
<p>The funny thing is- I see less of my mom now that she lives with us. So it’s not as bad as it seems. Just sometimes I think she’s regressing as she gets older.</p>
<p>We do joke about when she comes up… “there’s that old lady who lives in the basement…”</p>
<p>it’s no wonder that my son jokes about a nursing home…</p>
<p>Flipping it around the other way - a kid calling a parent with legendary results - in this case it was me calling my mom… nearly 30 years ago:</p>
<p>Me: Mom - I was playing basketball at lunch and did something to my ankle and it is swelling up.</p>
<p>Mom: Well, I have a girl scout meeting this afternoon - so just take the bus home, walk up the hill and I will look at it after girl scouts. I don’t want to leave work right now.</p>
<p>Me: Mom - it hurts too much to walk up the hill (note - said hill was about a mile long)</p>
<p>Mom: Well, just wait by the side of the road and I will pick you up and you can just sit around the girl scout meeting.</p>
<p>Me: Mom - it REALLY hurts</p>
<p>Mom: That’s ok, we can practice bandaging sprained ankles</p>
<p>School Nurse: Mrs. xyz - I think you had better take him to the ER or we can call an ambulance</p>
<p>Mom: oh… I’ll be right there…</p>
<p>Turns out it was broken - and Mom was given a “Mother of the year” by her co-workers the next day.</p>
<p>Mom: Can you & H stop by the house for dinner tonight? By the way, the computer is “acting strange,” / “not working” / “not connecting to the internet.” (Take your pick.)</p>
<p>Me: OK, when was it last working properly?</p>
<p>Mom: Ummmm, not sure. So are you guys coming?</p>
<p>So we have gotten many nice dinners for hubby’s tech support. Hubby has lately started bringing earplugs since the TV volume while he’s troubleshooting has been getting louder. LOL</p>
<p>text rcvd just the other day from S1
S: How do you grow carrots?
Me: Seeds
S: I’m not a ■■■■■■ Momma
Me: hmmm. Ok, dirt, water, sun = carrots
S: could I grow them in time for valentines day?
Me: no
S: Oh, ok then - thanks.</p>
<p>Update: He saw purple carrots online and thought his girlfriend would like them - but apparently only if he could grow them himself. He was mighty disappointed when I told him he could buy them at the local gourmet grocer!</p>