I Don't Understand My Mother Sometimes

My goodness gracious! I called her to tell her that I was thinking about going up to visit at the end of October for about 10 days. She says, "Well, if you can't you really don't have to." What the fuck? I was calling to TELL HER that the kids and I were WANTING to come, not that we we trying to find a way and that it was like wading through spikes to do it. She went on and on about how it's a long drive, it's boring for the kids, it's tiring for me, yadda yadda blah blah blah.

Finally, I said, "Mom! Look. We want to come visit. One week is better than NO week?"

And she replied with, "Yeah, you're right."

Now, I know that she's [mildly depressed] and all she's looking is for me to rant and rave about how we want to come b/c our visits are special and full of fun and that we really really really really REALLY want to see them. But, for fuck's sake, woman, don't torture yourself. Say, "Ok sweetheart, I'll send you some gas money and you and the kids can visit us and we'll go to Pumpkinville, the movies, to Duff's, to church etc.. etc.. etc.."

[In the Napoleon Dynamite voice] Shhhhhaaa Ya flippin' idiot!