Catching Idle Butterflies

Tripping over mole hills

One of my mother's traits that has always bothered me is her tendency to overreact, sometimes bordering on paranoia.

Case in point, I once sent her an email asking if she had my biological father's address.

Stating only that she didn't, three days later I get a phone call from Margaret telling me I needed to call Mom. Apparently, she had thought I wanted to contact him for medical information because I was extremely ill.

That she would even think that, let alone not asking me outright, I have no idea. When I did call her, it took me fifteen minutes of assurances that I was completely healthy and only wanted the address to make amends with him (a story for a later time) before she was convinced.

I don't say this to slam my mother, but to illustrate the similarities between me and her. That's why her tendency to overreact bothers me. I'm exactly the same way, as my previous blog shows quite clearly.

When I got home tonight, Margaret had left me a phone message stating that Mom indeed didn't remember the exact promise she made. In dealing with her father's death and trying to settle his estate, it's no wonder she didn't remember!

So partyof5dj and jspinelli, you were both right on the money. There was no larger problem, or spiritual significance to Margaret needing to go to Mom's house early this morning other than her own confusion as to why Mom had apparently forgot her promise.

As Sigmund Freud once said: "Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar."

P.S. You know, when I stated two entries ago I needed to get back into writing, I meant my fiction, not adding three entries to my blog in one day!

Does this mean I get to take the next two days off? I'm sure you all could use the break from all this self-inflicted drama. I know I do !