The Mom Chronicles

[przed]

Talked to my mom last night. Here's an excerpt of that conversation.

Mom: I did my own dishes today.
Me: What?!
Mom: I was talking to Ida. She had her knee done last year, and she said she did her own dishes. I figured if she could do it, so could I.
Me: Oh dear god...

At least she seems not to have done any damage. And I suppose more activity isn't a bad thing. As long as she doesn't do anything too, um, dumb.

In other news, I've just completed my first phone interview this morning. The job sounds interesting, but they're pretty adamant that I be willing to fully commit to the 75% to 100% travel thing. And when I asked if that meant I wouldn't be home on weekends, the best the HR person could come up with was "Let's assume you'll be home weekends." Not comforting.

I have to get back to the interviewer tomorrow with my decision on whether I want to go forward with the interview process. I'm trying to weigh the "I want a job!" panic against the desire to actually see my daughter grow up. ::sigh::

Comments

[callistosh65.livejournal.com]

Yours, mine, and Drayce's mum. All separated at birth it seems..*g* And honestly, it really is better to have them clmbing fruit trees, doing dishes and driving vans than wilting and complaining.

And yes, that's a tough decision about the job. But you have to be happy to some extent, hon. And being away from Ros and the Sweetie constantly would not work for you, I think.

But hell, take the interview to the next stage and get more details. Can't hurt, right?

[draycevixen.livejournal.com]

I find myself pondering whether the world would simply spin off its axis if we put all three of them together in the same place... Eeeek! *G*

[przed.livejournal.com]

I find myself pondering whether the world would simply spin off its axis if we put all three of them together in the same place

It just might at that. *g*

[przed.livejournal.com]

Definitely separated at birth. (She's just had her foot bruise unexpectedly, but isn't sure she wants to "bother" the surgeon. Oy. Looks like I'll be making a flying visit up north to make sure she's okay.)

As for the job, I'm thinking it's a bad idea. Ros put a death grip on my tonight when I went to leave the room at bedtime. No one knows how to lay a guilt trip like a 3-year-old.