Mumble Grumble!
Mumble, grumble, grumble is what I heard coming out of the kitchen today. I knew who it was. It is the same person that complains on every holiday, or for that matter anytime they feel like it. The oldest person in the house. My mom was standing over the sink and doing the dishes. I did the cooking and was sitting down trying to catch my breath and rest for a few seconds before someone wanted something. So, I am sitting there looking at the television screen at whatever kid cartoon my son had on and then it started, mumble grumble. I didn't dare ask what was wrong because according to the mumbling and grumbling it was the heavy bowls that I had used to mix various things up in. In reality, they aren't that heavy but maybe to a senior they are. So, I pretended that I heard nothing. That never works.
A few minutes later the mumbling and grumbling got louder and louder almost to the point of yelling. She was probably thinking, " I know this girl heard me and trying to pretend she didn't." She would be right in that thought too. But, the more I ignored it the louder it got. So, my son finally walked in there, in dangerous territory, and he asked her in his little 8 year old voice what was wrong and did she need some kind of help. She glared at him and said she didn't and people hear her. That made no sense at all but it wouldn't be my mom if it did make any sense. After a few more mumbles and grumbles she turned off the water, slammed the mugs on the counter and stomped out of the kitchen and mumbled that she was finished and sat down.
My mom has a flair for the dramatic. But, for her this is mild. She has been a holiday drama queen for as long as I can remember. I think that she got it from her step father. He used to be a drama king on holidays too. God forbid if you used the salad fork to eat your turkey with he would have a heart attack on the spot and the next thing you knew he would be stomping up the steps and pouting for 30 minutes. My suggestion was to just set the table with the spoons and forks and knives that he wanted us to use. But, if he did that then no drama over silverware would he have. Every year there was always something until he finally just got too old and finally figured out that maybe he should enjoy what time he had left and enjoy the family.
So, after my mom stomped out of the kitchen and declared to everyone in the living room she was done she then ordered my nephew to go in the kitchen and carve the turkey. From the scared expression his face when she said it I knew instantly that he has never carved a turkey in his young life. Slowly he got up and walked to the direction of the kitchen and I heard more mumble and grumble from him and I knew we were in trouble.
Apparently, she heard the mumble and grumble too and got up to see what was going on the kitchen with the turkey carvings. I then heard them both mumble and grumble and he came out of the kitchen sat back down on the brown carpet.
After all the mumbles and grumbles were over and done with we sat down to a half carved turkey, yams, mashed potatoes, dinner rolls, cranberry sauce, green beans, gravy, dressing and pumpkin pie dinner. We gave thanks and I gave thanks for my family even though they might mumble and grumble on every holiday and in between sometimes they are still my crazy, mumbling, grumbling family and I love them dearly.
I am now ready for the Christmas mumbling and grumbling and smiles and laughs and then let the New year begin. I am ready. Bring it all on! Mumbling and grumbling and all!
A few minutes later the mumbling and grumbling got louder and louder almost to the point of yelling. She was probably thinking, " I know this girl heard me and trying to pretend she didn't." She would be right in that thought too. But, the more I ignored it the louder it got. So, my son finally walked in there, in dangerous territory, and he asked her in his little 8 year old voice what was wrong and did she need some kind of help. She glared at him and said she didn't and people hear her. That made no sense at all but it wouldn't be my mom if it did make any sense. After a few more mumbles and grumbles she turned off the water, slammed the mugs on the counter and stomped out of the kitchen and mumbled that she was finished and sat down.
My mom has a flair for the dramatic. But, for her this is mild. She has been a holiday drama queen for as long as I can remember. I think that she got it from her step father. He used to be a drama king on holidays too. God forbid if you used the salad fork to eat your turkey with he would have a heart attack on the spot and the next thing you knew he would be stomping up the steps and pouting for 30 minutes. My suggestion was to just set the table with the spoons and forks and knives that he wanted us to use. But, if he did that then no drama over silverware would he have. Every year there was always something until he finally just got too old and finally figured out that maybe he should enjoy what time he had left and enjoy the family.
So, after my mom stomped out of the kitchen and declared to everyone in the living room she was done she then ordered my nephew to go in the kitchen and carve the turkey. From the scared expression his face when she said it I knew instantly that he has never carved a turkey in his young life. Slowly he got up and walked to the direction of the kitchen and I heard more mumble and grumble from him and I knew we were in trouble.
Apparently, she heard the mumble and grumble too and got up to see what was going on the kitchen with the turkey carvings. I then heard them both mumble and grumble and he came out of the kitchen sat back down on the brown carpet.
After all the mumbles and grumbles were over and done with we sat down to a half carved turkey, yams, mashed potatoes, dinner rolls, cranberry sauce, green beans, gravy, dressing and pumpkin pie dinner. We gave thanks and I gave thanks for my family even though they might mumble and grumble on every holiday and in between sometimes they are still my crazy, mumbling, grumbling family and I love them dearly.
I am now ready for the Christmas mumbling and grumbling and smiles and laughs and then let the New year begin. I am ready. Bring it all on! Mumbling and grumbling and all!
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