It’s that time of the week again! Filter-free Friday: where things fly out of my mouth before I even process them myself. Therefore causing chaos, foot-in-mouth syndrome and hysterical laughter wherever I go…sigh.
Part of my charm (cough) is my tendency to be slightly forgetful. Which means I forgot my notebook to write down my genius comments all week long. And it was just a bad week. Just bad.
SO- this week I’m sharing a story. It’s about my mother. Who is most often a thoughtful person. She definitely blames my father for my mouth.
BUT- she’s got a few little gems in her closet and I’m sharing one today. Thanks, Mom!
Years ago my folks decided to load all seven kids into the van and take a two-week trip around the country- camping style. I don’t camp well. But that’s a whole other story…
As often happens while on the road, my mother got an upset stomach which meant when we took bathroom breaks she sat down and took her time.
One such time, my mother, older sister and I went into the restroom together. My sister had expressed a bit of stomach discomfort earlier in the day and my mother had offered her some medication. She refused and life went on.
My sister and I got in our stalls, did our business and got out to wash while my mother was doing her thing. Unbeknownst to my mother, a stranger came in and sat down in the stall next to her and began to have her own stomach discomfort…LOUDLY.
My head snaps to look at my sister and I suppress a giggle. My sister says, “Mom.”
The loud noises next to my mother continue. My mom says, “Boy, honey. Are you sure you don’t want some of that medicine? I’ve got it in my purse.”
I’m beyond giggles and am bent over at the waist trying not to make laughing noises. My sister’s not far behind me but still manages a forceful, “MOM.”
Mom’s not getting it and the loud noises from the stranger continue. I hear my mother wrapping things up but she just can’t resist one more comment. ”You weren’t kidding about your stomach, were you, honey.”
I don’t know how my sister was able to get one more forceful, “MOM!” out, but I had tears streaming down my face. It didn’t help that between the two women doing their business breathing had become a challenge.
But the look on my mother’s face as she opened the stall door before she bent over in laughter as she realized my sister had never been the one with the upset stomach was worth it.
And that, my friends, is part of the genetic pool who gave me my gift of foot-in-mouth syndrome. Even if her’s is accidental.
Do you have any awesome stories to share? I know my mother would appreciate being in good company…