Mom

I could not have a blog if I did not write about Mom. Most of y'all know her. I call her Mom, Jane, Mama, and Crazy. We have had some ups and downs over the years. Mom is smart as hell but lacks some common sense in some areas. Don't let that fool you because she is sharp as a whip in others. I am so sad that she is sad now that I am sick. She just doesn't know what to do and she is trying to have poker face and I know she is breaking into a million pieces inside. She is pushing friends away and it isn't intentional she just cant deal.
So all of you reading this please understand. She is vapor locked sort of.
I always joked that Leslie was her favorite and called her "Fave". I now realize I might be fave. I make her laugh and tease her. I have her same hyper energy and her creative wit.
Staying here is strange too. I moved out in 82. Mom is old school and I had forgotten so many things about Mom. she compulsively puts everything in the dishwasher. Just as your ice is perfectly melted, blam she has tossed your tea and put the glass in the dishwasher. Then there is the evil eye for spots. Mom can spot a spot at 50 yards. She is ready to rip the garment off and wash or dry clean at a moments notice. She only uses white sheets and towels. Mom loves the bleach. She does hospital corners and wool blankets. Always.
She washes everyday. She has wine at 5. Not at 5:30 but 5. She has never updated tools or other things so looking for things is a chapter in another time.
Mom can also set a mean table. You better know how to set one too because she notices these things. Mom always said you can wear cheap clothes but not a cheap shoe. Trust me she notices. That's where I got my little shoe fetish from.
I love my Mom. I am fighting for her because I don't want her to be so sad. She was always there for me and I was supposed to be there for her. I can't let her down.
I love you Mom.