The dust has settled. The body count has been taken. And now I feel like I can write about what happened without getting all emotional and whatnot.
So my mom calls me Monday morning as I was driving to work. She’s been having baby call me every day, so I answered the phone all happy expecting to hear my girl’s voice on the other end. Instead it was my mom’s sleepy voice on the other end. She said hello and that she wanted to let me know that they had stayed late at her sister’s house the night before and Regan had fallen asleep. Rather than wake her, they put her in my cousin’s bed and my mom went home. She said she was going to go back over there before she woke up.
*pause for dramatic effect*
Y’all, I almost drove off the monkeyfighting road. I was incensed! She left my baby at another person’s house in another town?!? I was so stunned I couldn’t even say anything.
“Are you there?” she asked.
I told her I had to call her back. I figured cussing out my momma was not a good way to start off a Monday. I did some breathing exercises and called her back about ten minutes later. I was not any happier and I let her know.
She was clearly lying when she said she was going over there before baby woke up. Number one, Regan is up before 8am every day and my mom didn’t call me until 815. Second, she was still in the monkeyfighting bed. Lastly, she lives 30 minutes away!!!
When I agreed to let Regan stay with her for a week, I agreed to let Regan stay with HER. Not at someone else’s house. I understand that it got late and baby fell asleep. I even understand that they thought it best to leave her undisturbed. But what I do not understand it why my mother thought it was okay to just go on home. She should have spent the night, too.
Moreover, before making such a decision, she should have called the child’s mother. I couldn’t believe (and still don’t) that it didn’t occur to her to run that past me. All I could think about was that my child, who sleeps like a wild animal, would fall out of the high twin bed she was sleeping in and hit the hardwood floors. I pictured her wandering out of the bedroom into unfamiliar space and falling down the stairs. The house is three stories high!
Neither my mom nor my aunt agree with me. Well of course they don’t, they were in the wrong. My mom got all extra dramatic and was giving me her very best Erica Kane by telling me that I had ruined her day by being upset and that I had put a dark cloud over the weekend.
I really couldn’t care less that she was upset. You don’t leave someone’s child in another town without checking with them first. You just don’t do that.
Suffice to say, mom is getting the side eye of the century. She will likely not be taking Regan away again for a very long time.