How closely related the mother and daughter are, and how they, do that same song-and-dance routine, to settle their men, down, translated…
Every time I'd gone out shopping with my mother, we'd sunk into the deep oceans of the marketplaces, the two of us would, love what we're seeing and, lost track of, time, and that my father was, at home, alone…
After the time for my mother to be at home passes, I'd finally, taken her, home, and, pops, who'd waited for long and hard for the meals to be purchased from us, would get upset with my mother, "so late, I'm, starving!", and, my mother would turn the canons toward me, "told you that your father has stomach issues, that he can't starve, that we had to shop and then, come right back, but you just kept, strolling around, and you wouldn't listen to me, hurrying you along!"
Seeing my apologetic, face, pops quickly, interrupted mom from nagging me, and picked up his, soured face, and sucked up to me, "that's fine! It's okay, that I get my supper a little, later, stop nagging her already."
As we'd heard my father's, "songs of letting that go", the two of us, my mother and I, exchanged the mysterious, smiles.
As I'd, arrived back to my own home lately, same sour face greeted me, from my, husband.
"Blame it on mom! She'd gotten too deep into conversations with someone! It's like this, every single, time, I'd told her that you'd nagged me if I come home late, but, does she take heed…NO!", I'd, sung the same song as my mother had, and gotten, really, enthusiastic, in, blaming mom for it, as my husband saw that I was, also, the "victim", his tightened brows would, loosen immediately.
And just like that, my mother and I, would, blame on each other, for returning LATE to our separate, homes, so the heads of the houses, would, not get angry, and stopped nagging us both.
And, my mother and I, are, exact identical, in how we'd lost track of the, time, and, we deserve our, best performance awards for playing that part of the, "victim" of coming home late from a shopping trip!
And so, this, was what, worked, for both your parents and you and your, husband, and this is, a little white lie, that would not, hurt, after all, the goal is simply to, STOP the men in your lives, from, NAGGING you until your ears, bleeds, and the next time around, you still get to spend that quality shopping time with, your, mom.
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