Post by bartiks on Nov 13, 2019 19:53:44 GMT -5
So I figure I'll share this story about my mother in law. We've always had a love to hate each other relationship. So several years back she had some major back surgery. She was on the mend at the house and she is, in my opinion, really milking it for all it was worth. Using a walker and asking help to position a pillow. Getting her an ice pack one minute, the next she needs a heating pad.
I'm thirsty, can you please bring me a blanket. The list goes on and on and on, so I "politely" tell her that she needs to get up and start moving around because it will help not be so stiff. She quips back at me and I just brush it off. So we are trying to enjoy the Georgia football game with needy nancy (not her name) interrupting it every other play.
My wife gets up and goes to the snack cabinet to get her something to eat. She then says "Hey mom, I think a mouse has got into your bag of Funyun's." She loves those thing by the way and at that instant, she is cured, a veritable miracle I tell ya. She jumps up out of the chair exclaims "Not in my dam# house", stomps into the kitchen witnesses the evidence of the heartless, vile intruder. Swings around to her husband promptly tell him "You need to get some mouse traps and kill these Sons of b!t(hes". Well when she swung around to give the order for the extermination and saw the looks on our faces, quickly followed by our laughter at her. She went back to her charade asking for help getting back to her seat, can you pass me my walker, the whole 9 yards. I asked her to must be some really good funyuns, what type of medicine are in them.
So for the next hour we take turns at her, my wife, me and my father in law. We don't give her one moment of respite. From that point on if she wanted or needed something we would go get the funyuns out and tell her to go/do it herself. To this day we still poke fun at the old battle axe.
I'm thirsty, can you please bring me a blanket. The list goes on and on and on, so I "politely" tell her that she needs to get up and start moving around because it will help not be so stiff. She quips back at me and I just brush it off. So we are trying to enjoy the Georgia football game with needy nancy (not her name) interrupting it every other play.
My wife gets up and goes to the snack cabinet to get her something to eat. She then says "Hey mom, I think a mouse has got into your bag of Funyun's." She loves those thing by the way and at that instant, she is cured, a veritable miracle I tell ya. She jumps up out of the chair exclaims "Not in my dam# house", stomps into the kitchen witnesses the evidence of the heartless, vile intruder. Swings around to her husband promptly tell him "You need to get some mouse traps and kill these Sons of b!t(hes". Well when she swung around to give the order for the extermination and saw the looks on our faces, quickly followed by our laughter at her. She went back to her charade asking for help getting back to her seat, can you pass me my walker, the whole 9 yards. I asked her to must be some really good funyuns, what type of medicine are in them.
So for the next hour we take turns at her, my wife, me and my father in law. We don't give her one moment of respite. From that point on if she wanted or needed something we would go get the funyuns out and tell her to go/do it herself. To this day we still poke fun at the old battle axe.