My mom is on vacation. That means no daycare kiddies in the house for two weeks (hell yeah!). That means when she’s not out doing realtor stuff, she’s at home working on projects.
There’s some paint peeling on the ceiling by the front door. She came in 2 hours ago and asked me if I would, sometime today, get the ladder from the garage, throw something down on the floor, and scrape the paint off. I said sure, I could do that.
I’m holed up in my room on the computer, as I normally am about 70% of my time, and she just came back in and said, “Uh, should I go on and scrape that paint myself?”
I said, “Look, you said today. If you meant immediately or within the next couple of hours you should have said so. I’m in the middle of something and I still have six more hours of daylight. If you want to go ahead and do it now and then be resentful of me like you always are of dad because folks don’t ask how high when you say leap, fine. I said I’d do it today and I will.”
She just walked away.
