I remember when my kids were young and they would do a half job cleaning their bedrooms. I would complain to my Mother. I would tell her that I was sick of their trying to be slick. I was divorced so there was no male intervention available. My Mother would say Okay. Then one day my kids came running into the house and into their rooms. Lo and behold, my Mother walked into my house. She did not knock on the door neither did she ring the doorbell. She had a belt around her neck and walked straight into my kids bedrooms. I remember following behind her because I was wondering “what the what?”
Well she went into my son’s room first and immediately looked under his bed. Under his bed was clean. She then looked into his closet, the closet was clean. He was standing in his room looking mortified. Next she went into my daughters’ room and looked into their closet and under their beds. It was clean. So she told them that from now on she would be doing unexpected drop byes because she knew they were being hard headed. With fear in their eyes, they started keeping their rooms clean. After the first unexpected visit by my Mom, I could never figure out how my kids cleaned their rooms up so fast. My Mother kept her word and she continued to make those unexpected visits to my house until she got sick with cancer and passed away at the age 0f 57.
Okay, when my kids became adults and thought they could disrespect me I had another ally in my corner; their other grandmother. Boy she would really get on their case. She did not play that. But unlike my mother who rode into town with the belt around her neck to scare them, their other Grandmother talked to them and made them feel guilty. They felt so guilty that they would repent and apologize to me for their misbehavior.
In 2006, I needed to get the heck out of St. Louis for New Year, I was stressed out. I had so many problems because I had won the lottery that year, and people were pulling at my coat tail wanting me to give them some of my winnings, and stirring up trouble that me and my finance decided to drive to Las Vegas Nevada. You see I have Lupus. Lupus and stress are enemies. When I get stressed, I have to get away. My kids who were used to Mama always being home had the nerve to leave St. Louis to travel after Christmas! My son who has traveled a lot, asked not to drive to Las Vegas in December. Of course I ignored him because my mind was made up.
The day came when we headed for Las Vegas, when we reached Texas my cell phone rang. It was their Grandmother! She asked me was everything alright because she felt it was not wise of me to drive to Las Vegas in the month of December. Darn I said to myself. My kids told on me! I assured her everything was fine, I just needed to get away. So she asked me what was going on. I told her that I needed some peace of mind. She listened to my story and told me that she just wished I had flown to Las Vegas instead of driving. She also prayed for my safe return.
Well I needed that prayer. We went through snow in New Mexico, road closures over four inches of snow. There was an avalanche in Colorado and to boot; it was freezing cold in Las Vegas. But New Year’s Eve was fun. On our way to Las Vegas, we stopped and explored the Petrified Forest. Was it worth the experience? Yes, but from now on I will fly to Las Vegas.