I found my mom in bed the other night without dinner and without saying good night. I had asked her a laundry question, “Did you put poopy clothes in the laundry basket?” She said no and I proceeded to rewash the load before I finished making dinner.
While I was cooking I emptied the dishwasher with all the clatter that entails, to find that she wasn’t in her recliner when I brought out her dinner tray.
We often have to argue over what was lunch and why she needs to eat dinner (she’s diabetic) so I thought she was trying to skip a meal again.
When She got up, she said: “I’m sorry to make you mad at me. If I put soiled clothes in the hamper it was an accident.”
I felt about 3 inches tall, I tell you!
I said, “I only asked you because I saw a dirty diaper in your garbage. I wasn’t scolding you.”
Turns out she thought I was slamming dishes around (which I was) when I emptied the dishwasher because I was mad at her.
The next day I said, “Until you start reaching in your diaper and slathering poop on the walls, I don’t get mad about accidents.”
I think she started to tear up! Omg! Is she afraid of me?
To lighten the mood I said: “Besides, when I’m mad I go hide in my room so I won’t take it out on you.”
She laughed and said, “I hide sometimes too.”
The moral is: I need be careful what I say and quit being an old shrew. That’s my mom I’m talking about, I don’t want her to be afraid of me. I love her.