Cry Tears
10-19-2006, 05:22 PM
The phone rang....it was Randy calling his wife, Brenda....His new boss in town, wanting to meet his wife and kids.
Randy desperatly wanted to impress his boss....a real family man.
What better way.... offering a home cooked meal with his family that very evening.
Brenda knew this was important, perhaps a much needed raise would follow if she could just pull this off.
3 kids, all under school age and a 16 month old cranky teething toddler!
House-bound because of the 3 feet of snow in the yard, falling temperatures....no weather for children to be out in!
What's a mother to do when the 4 year old twins had discovered their creativity with crayons that worked so well on the huge white refrigerator doors, floors and white cabinets?
The cranky and very fussy toddler now refusing his much needed nap after being woke up by the rambunctious 3 year old!
She desperatly wanted to please her husbands boss despite this being an unannounced visit!
How could she put the house in order, style her bottled blond- dark rooted frumpy locks, cook a scrumptous meal while chasing 4 children??!
The only way was having her mothers help. No way could she disappoint Randy.
Over whelmed and in near tears she grabbed the portable phone.... as she continued running after the twins half yelling under her breath....she quickly dialed her mothers new cell phone number.
It was a remote chance her mother could help....They were very close to each-other, but Brenda's dads' health was failing fast. But it couldn't hurt to ask for moms help...... just this once!
Her very energized, well organized, but "overloaded" mother, a Martha Stewart twin, could whip up a banquet, decorate a table setting fit for a king!
"Mother!....Is there any way you can come help me pull this off?"
She questioned after she had breathlessley explained her dilema.
"Of course dear"... mother always ready to help her only daughter....
began explaining she was just leaving the country club after a round of golf.
Brenda laughed at her mothers silly "joke" knowing it was still snowing
and there isn't a golf course anywhere near their remote mountain location.
"Sweetie".....the mother, now fumbling with her new cell phone as she drove, continued....
"I have an untouched rump roast with all the fixings...potatoes, carrots, mouth watering and tender.
All left over from last nights winter "cook off" contest, enough to feed 10 hungry lumber jacks!"....
she continued with more...."and my housekeeper's here, I'll bring her along to clean the house....
You take a long soak in the tub, while I deal with the kids, fix dinner....
I'll get the housekeeper to set the table after she's done cleaning.....do you want me to stop at the corner bakery and pick up one of those scrumptious home-made apple pies?"
"Oh Mother!, You are such a life saver....I don't know how I could pull this off without your offer....
there's no way without you and the housekeepers help and your having that rump roast with all the fixings!"
As Brenda pondered the much needed relaxing soak in the tub, what to wear to impress the boss....just so releived to have such a stroke of luck....then she began to wonder... as her mother continued talking on the phone, Brenda
began putting hair coloring on her hair with one hand, the phone in the other. A risky multi-task, but now that mom was on her way and soon would be talking over...."But mom?...Brenda pressed the phone closer to her ear...."What about dad?
Who will watch him while you're here?...You know his Alzheimers is to the point he can't be left home alone after last weeks disaster!"......
"Dad?".....her mother questioned...."what do you mean, dad? Dad?....You know he's been dead 11 years now!...."
Now in her quiet bathroom.....Brenda strained to listen carefully to her mother....her voice did sound different, but passed this off as her mothers recent bout with a sore throat.
You know, cell phone connections.....sometimes altering voices, background noises amplified....frustrating!
"Mother?"......Brenda began to panick and now turned serious,as she realize something was terribly wrong.
"Is this 555-6 "3" 3 6?"
"No, honey....this is 555-6..."6"...36!".....
Brenda now totally flabergasted, frantic with tears ready to spill out.
She swallowed hard and managed to squeek out over the growing lump in her throat....
"does this mean you're not coming over now?".....Half a bottle of hair coloring applied only on one side.....
No rump roast, no house keeper, no long soak in the tub.....how could this be?
She realized her mistake when the now unrecognizable voice continued....
"Honey....you misdialed!"
Brenda now in a full panic mode and desperatly dissappointed asked....."Does this mean.......?"
Randy desperatly wanted to impress his boss....a real family man.
What better way.... offering a home cooked meal with his family that very evening.
Brenda knew this was important, perhaps a much needed raise would follow if she could just pull this off.
3 kids, all under school age and a 16 month old cranky teething toddler!
House-bound because of the 3 feet of snow in the yard, falling temperatures....no weather for children to be out in!
What's a mother to do when the 4 year old twins had discovered their creativity with crayons that worked so well on the huge white refrigerator doors, floors and white cabinets?
The cranky and very fussy toddler now refusing his much needed nap after being woke up by the rambunctious 3 year old!
She desperatly wanted to please her husbands boss despite this being an unannounced visit!
How could she put the house in order, style her bottled blond- dark rooted frumpy locks, cook a scrumptous meal while chasing 4 children??!
The only way was having her mothers help. No way could she disappoint Randy.
Over whelmed and in near tears she grabbed the portable phone.... as she continued running after the twins half yelling under her breath....she quickly dialed her mothers new cell phone number.
It was a remote chance her mother could help....They were very close to each-other, but Brenda's dads' health was failing fast. But it couldn't hurt to ask for moms help...... just this once!
Her very energized, well organized, but "overloaded" mother, a Martha Stewart twin, could whip up a banquet, decorate a table setting fit for a king!
"Mother!....Is there any way you can come help me pull this off?"
She questioned after she had breathlessley explained her dilema.
"Of course dear"... mother always ready to help her only daughter....
began explaining she was just leaving the country club after a round of golf.
Brenda laughed at her mothers silly "joke" knowing it was still snowing
and there isn't a golf course anywhere near their remote mountain location.
"Sweetie".....the mother, now fumbling with her new cell phone as she drove, continued....
"I have an untouched rump roast with all the fixings...potatoes, carrots, mouth watering and tender.
All left over from last nights winter "cook off" contest, enough to feed 10 hungry lumber jacks!"....
she continued with more...."and my housekeeper's here, I'll bring her along to clean the house....
You take a long soak in the tub, while I deal with the kids, fix dinner....
I'll get the housekeeper to set the table after she's done cleaning.....do you want me to stop at the corner bakery and pick up one of those scrumptious home-made apple pies?"
"Oh Mother!, You are such a life saver....I don't know how I could pull this off without your offer....
there's no way without you and the housekeepers help and your having that rump roast with all the fixings!"
As Brenda pondered the much needed relaxing soak in the tub, what to wear to impress the boss....just so releived to have such a stroke of luck....then she began to wonder... as her mother continued talking on the phone, Brenda
began putting hair coloring on her hair with one hand, the phone in the other. A risky multi-task, but now that mom was on her way and soon would be talking over...."But mom?...Brenda pressed the phone closer to her ear...."What about dad?
Who will watch him while you're here?...You know his Alzheimers is to the point he can't be left home alone after last weeks disaster!"......
"Dad?".....her mother questioned...."what do you mean, dad? Dad?....You know he's been dead 11 years now!...."
Now in her quiet bathroom.....Brenda strained to listen carefully to her mother....her voice did sound different, but passed this off as her mothers recent bout with a sore throat.
You know, cell phone connections.....sometimes altering voices, background noises amplified....frustrating!
"Mother?"......Brenda began to panick and now turned serious,as she realize something was terribly wrong.
"Is this 555-6 "3" 3 6?"
"No, honey....this is 555-6..."6"...36!".....
Brenda now totally flabergasted, frantic with tears ready to spill out.
She swallowed hard and managed to squeek out over the growing lump in her throat....
"does this mean you're not coming over now?".....Half a bottle of hair coloring applied only on one side.....
No rump roast, no house keeper, no long soak in the tub.....how could this be?
She realized her mistake when the now unrecognizable voice continued....
"Honey....you misdialed!"
Brenda now in a full panic mode and desperatly dissappointed asked....."Does this mean.......?"