Mom called me as soon as they got home from Washington D.C. I had left a message on her answering machine earlier in day telling her I loved her and how proud of her I was for doing all that for my brother and nieces. I also asked her to call as soon as they got in. She didn’t say we’re home safe, I love you, or are you okay? She immediately asked, “Are you hungry? I know you are out of groceries and today was grocery day. I bet you are starving.”
“I ate my last can of Chef-Boy-Ar-Dee today,” I replied. “Charlie’s been feeding me well, though, at night.”
“But you’ve only had one can to eat all day!” She said with an emphasis on all day.
“I’m fine,” I tried to assure her. “I am actually not very hungry at the moment.”
“I am having your father bring you over something to eat,” she told me, ignoring my last statement. “He won’t let me drive tonight. He will bring you a hamburger and fries when he brings your medications.”
I chuckled. I’m sure dad loved hearing that after spending all day traveling.
My thoughts turned to Diet Cokes. Oh, how I just wanted 24 or more Diet Cokes to drink after going without them for four days.
“Can I come get some cokes?” I asked sheepishly, worried it would be too much on mom.
“You haven’t had your cokes this week?”
“No,” I replied.
“I told Charlie to bring them to you!” she said sounding frantic. “I can’t understand why he wouldn’t!”
“I guess he just forgot and I was too shy to press the issue. I didn’t want to put him out,” I replied.
“Come over now and get them,” mom then said. “I am giving you eight since you’ve been without. Just don’t tell your father I gave you so much at one time. He will jump all over me!”
I smiled as we said our goodbyes. I never did get an I Love You out of mom. The devil’s in the details for her. It was good to have them home despite the complications that entail. It’s been a quiet, too quiet, past four days. I was overjoyed at mom’s fretting and to have them home safe and sound. Let’s get things back to normal around here.