Normally I blog about my kids, but today I want to start what I suspect will probably be a series of blogs about me and my mom. I suspect there are lots of great moms out there, I’ve met many of them, but I dare say you won’t find one better than my mom. She’s great for many reasons, but one of the main ones is because she’s just plain fun to be around. We tease a lot that our antics, which have often involved my sister as well, are very much like Lucy and Ethel from I Love Lucy.
Someday I’ll tell y’all about my mom vs. the bus when we were traveling in London. And someday I’ll tell y’all about her very bad idea involving Ben-Gay. But today I want to tell you about her most recent chuckle-inducing behavior. Now in the last couple of months I was having some medical issues that required weekly visits to the specialist. My mom came with me to those visits because The Professor was teaching summer school.
On one such day we’d left the appointment with some bad news and I was tired and upset and hungry because I hadn’t been able to eat breakfast that day. So we stopped at the first place we saw, which happened to be a McDonalds. We went through the drive-thru and as I was driving around she informed she had to go to the bathroom, so I parked and waited. I was halfway into my Egg McMuffin when I saw her walk to the driver side of the car and then she proceeded to get into the car parked next to us. I was trying to honk and bang on the window to get her attention, but luckily the poor girl sitting in that car (whom she scared half to death) assured her that she was in the wrong vehicle.
Eight days later we were out running errands and we left the store and I was walking to the car and was talking to her, turned around and couldn’t find her. I looked around and called out because I was concerned she might have fallen, but nope, she got in someone else’s car again. And before you think she’s suffering from dementia, she’s not, she’s sharp as a tack. I think it’s mostly that she’s terrible with car descriptions. Both of the vehicles she got in were small SUV’s like mine, but neither were a Honda and neither were blue. And she’s actually done this before…
Several years ago (before I was even married) we had stopped at the small grocery store on the way home and I was driving her car. She had gone into the store and I waited outside. Out of nowhere an intense rainstorm started and by the time she came out it was pouring and when I say pouring, I mean like crazy, fat drops drenching the ground. In any case she came out of the store and proceeded to go to another vehicle even though I was honking trying to get her attention though admittedly I was laughing hysterically too as she actually pounded on the window of the other car. She finally found me, but she looked like a severely wet and irritated cat by the time she got in with me.
So there you go, my mom’s latest funnies. There are more, I assure you. So how about you? Have you ever gotten in the wrong car before? Or what’s the funniest thing that’s happened to you lately?
I’m Robyn DeHart, AKA Basket-Case Mama, but not because I’m crazy (though really, what mom isn’t?) but because I have a slight obsession with baskets, well containers really. I’m a bit of an organization nut and I love to containerize stuff. And yes, I’m authorized to use words like that because I am also a writer. But back to the kids, so I’m mom to two ridiculously beautiful little girls and I can say that without bragging because I didn’t actually make them. Last year my husband, The Professor, and I adopted said little lovelies from the foster-care system here in Texas and now we’re a big happy forever family. Busybee is three and so full of joy it just oozes from her. Babybee is a walking-talking toddler who has a heck of a temper but is so cute, it almost keeps her out of trouble. Though neither of my girls are newborns, I’m fairly new to motherhood compared to the other peanut butter moms, but we’ve settled in as a family as if we’ve always been together. When I’m not trying to keep up with my two bundles of energy, you can usually find me on my laptop on Pinterest, no, that’s not right, um…you can find me writing, yes, that’s it, writing my latest historical romance. www.robyndehart.com
Robyn, that’s so funny! I am laughing out loud thinking about your mom getting into a stranger’s car. Nothing funny has happened to me lately, so thanks for the chuckle.
Sounds like you have a very entertaining mom. lol. One year on Halloween my daughter was 13 and my husband, son, daughter and I went to our Fire/Police station where there was a haunted house. I stayed in the car while my husband went with the kids. My daughter came back early. She was checking out her candy and not looking where she was going. I was watching her thinking what in the world she is she doing, because of course she was walking to the car next to us. It was cold out so my windows were rolled up or I would have called to her. So she opened the car door (by then I was laughing so hard I couldn’t of said anything to her) got in and was about to shut the door when she looked up and there was a black couple sitting in the front seat. They were just looking at her like what in the world is this little white girl doing. She jumped out of that car so fast and her face was so red with embarrassment. I was still in our car laughing so hard I couldn’t speak. By then the couple in the car were also laughing at her. For the whole rest of the night every time I thought about it I would start laughing all over again. Sad to say this is pretty normal for her. She is 34 now and every so often I have to remind her of it. One time she went into a public bathroom and when she came out she said mom there was a sign over the toilet that said PUSH BUTT TO FLUSH. I kept pushing my butt on the seat but it wouldn’t flush. I had no idea what she was talking about and when I went into the bathroom and looked at it. The ON on BUTTON was wore off. So she was in there pushing her butt on the seat over and over. My whole family will never let her live that one down.
Super cute story. I cannot believe she has gotten into the wrong car more than once. Does she read the blog? Are you going to be grounded for sharing the family secrets?
OMG Mary, I’m crying I’m laughing so hard. I think your daughter and I could be good friends. That’s just hysterical!
Shana, so glad I gave you a chuckle today. You know my mom is coming to National so there’s opportunity for spontaneous humor there too.
Gayle, she does read, though she doesn’t comment. But I gave her a heads up. I told her, “hey, I blogged about you today.” To which she responded, “oh not about me getting in the wrong cars…” LOL!
I think you should let Miss Hattie do her own blog. I bet she’s got some seriously funny stories on you, Robyn. Love you both.
Robyn, I love your mother! She sounds like a whole lot of fun. I look forward to more stories about her!!! I have never gotten into the wrong car, but I’ve pulled on the doors of the wrong car and realized that it wasn’t mine (there are so many white vans out there!!). I’ve also spent time looking for the wrong car in a parking lot. I usually drive the white van, but occasionally, I’ll drive my husband’s car. And inevitably, I forget that I drove it and I can spend ten minutes looking for my van when I should be searching for a blue Honda!