My mother is losing it…
So my mother just called me and is asking that I go up there for Christmas. This is how the conversation went…
Mom: I want you to come up for Christmas. Come on the 23, 24 and 25
Me: Oh, I thought you were working over Christmas?
Mom: Well, I want you to come for Christmas anyway.
Me: while you’re working?
Mom: well, I’ll be around the 23 and 24
Me: Well, we usually go over to Ryan’s parents for Christmas Eve. Why don’t you take the Greyhound and come down here for Christmas for those 2 days?
Mom: *sigh* Ok… I’ll tell you the reason why I want you to come down…
Me: Huh?
Mom: There’s a tenant of mine that is living in the house and he’s (she whispers this) doing witch craft on me!
Me: Witch craft?
Mom: Yes!
Me: How did you come to that conclusion?
Mom: (talking in a hushed tone) Well, I got this lump on my neck… it’s gout. I’ve been to the doctor and had all these tests done. I go for more tests in the new year. I called your Aunty and Grandma and they told me that the guy living in my basement is known for doing witch craft and HE has cast this spell on me and that’s why I have this lump on my neck. They say I need to kick him out of the house or else he will do more witch craft on me.
Me *sigh* Well… why do we have to come down? Why don’t you just tell him he has to get out then?
Mom: Well, because I’ll tell him he has to get out because my daughter and her kids are coming to stay for Christmas!
Me: Why can’t you just SAY that I’m coming so he will get out?
Mom: I can’t LIE!
Me: We’ve already made plans for Christmas. It’s not that I don’t want to come down, but you just don’t have the room with all your tenants for us and you know the kids, they are rowdy and crazy. I wouldn’t want to upset them or wreck your house.
Mom: ok.. just come down for 1 day.
Me: Mom it’s a 6 hour drive both ways. That’s a long drive to haul 5 kids and then only stay for one day. If we came up I’d like to stay for a weekend at least.
Mom: I just need you to come up so I can tell him that there’s not enough room for him.
Me: Why can’t you just tell him to get out without having to give him an excuse?
Mom: I can’t! I don’t want him to do more witch craft on me! You Aunty and Grandma told me to get rid of him as soon as possible!
Me: *sigh* Mom, how about if we come in the New Year
Mom: NO! You have to come over Christmas! This way I don’t have to mail your gifts, they are fragile anyway.
Me: Do you really believe he is doing witch craft on you? Isn’t this caused by a virus or something?
Mom: Your Aunty and Grandma told me he is KNOWN for this!
Me: *sigh* Do you have a lump on your neck still?
Mom: No, well, it’s gone down… but if I don’t get rid of him it will come back!
Me: We’ve just already made plans for Christmas and you really don’t have room for us mom.
Mom: Fine. I’ve got to go then. *CLICK*
This just makes me laugh, yet it is so frustrating to me… she’s so superstitious it drives me crazy. I mean, if she wanted us to come up just so she could see us I’d be alright with that… but she wants to use us as her excuse to chase this guy who is a tenant out of her house whom she thinks practices witch craft on her? *sigh* Why couldn’t I have been born into a normal family? Why?!?















