I'm no longer under house arrest. Mom is feeling better that I'm still kickin'. I told her I loved her but she had to go because I couldn't sleep with her in the bed. I then proceeded to do a tap dance and said, "Look I'm fine."
She still has me under a watchful eye. The night before last the phone rings.
"Debby? It's Mom. I'm going to Kimballs for sundaes what type of ice cream do you and the kids want?" (Kimballs is the epitome of Heaven on earth. Homemade ice cream. Sundaes so big you could kill an entire planet of diabetics).
It's supper time. My son hasn't gotten home from work. My daughter has a friend coming over. The parent in me thinks ice cream for dessert is not such a good idea.
Me: "Oh, that's so nice but not necessary. The kids haven't eaten supper and Jordan isn't even back from work yet."
Mom: "So, he can have it later. Yeah, yeah, I'm going. Everyone likes a sundae. I'm coming now what type of ice cream do you and the kids like?" Mom is convinced any situation in life can be fixed with sweets.
There is no point in arguing. Polish mother is determined. I put in our ice cream requests and again give her an out so she doesn't have to stand in the never ending line in the muggy summer heat.
My son arrives home from work and says, "Grandma's here."
I send dog out to meet her and he goes ballistic. A high-pitched Chihuahua melody of special love reserved just for Grandma escapes his little mouth.
Daughter comes downstairs with friend following behind.
Mom: "I didn't know Logan had a friend. I would have gotten her one too."
Me: "No worries. We can share. One sundae contains enough ice cream to feed an entire army."
Mom worries that daughter's friend might not like any of the flavors in our possession. She gets a bit worked up. We all assure her that it's fine. Logan's friend is a normal teen - they are not picky when it comes to ice cream.
Me to Mom: "Let's eat on the deck. Since life is so stressful and there is no vacation in sight this year I like to sit out there and pretend my lounge chair is poolside at a fancy resort."
Mom follows. She likes my fantasy.
I dig into my sundae and I drop a little hot fudge on my white blouse and decide it can be bleached. I have court the next day and realize my skirt is going to be tight. I reason it's completely worth it and really, who gives a sh**. After all, I did escape a blood clot. I deserve a little indulgence. It's at that moment I realize Mom is right. Life's problems can be solved with sweets.
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I want to say a big thank you to all of the prayers you have been sending my way. Needless to say, life is beyond hectic. I miss you all and can't wait to catch up on my blog reading to see what you have all been up to! Thank you from the bottom of my heart for the emails and friendship. Much love to you all.