Real-life: Sometimes my parents forget to tell me things.
I'm twenty-four years old. I've been living by myself since I was eighteen and I have been financially independent of my parents for at least three years now.
Despite this fact, I do talk to my mother at least once a week, often times more.
How is it that my parents can't remember to tell me things?! Really obvious things like:
"Oh, Sam, by the way, we changed our phone number. Use the 913 number from now on.... Why didn't we give it to you? Oh. Because we only gave it to people we wanted to talk to." Thanks, Mom.
Or:
"Hey, mom! Bought my ticket for Thanksgiving. Can someone pick me up from the airport at x-time?"
"Ooooh. Hm. Didn't we tell you? Your father and I bought tickets to go to Aruba for Thanksgiving a month ago."
"Nope. You forgot to mention that one. So glad you told me about how the cat sat on the bookshelf. Glad you didn't leave that anecdote out."
And now, I just received a text from my Dad, "Hey Sam. I'm in Chicago for a meeting. Three blocks away from your office."
Good to know.
/facepalm.
And because I promised silly photos (please, disregard the fact that I look like hell. I could describe the circumstance of the visit, but it's boring and tiresome. Just know that I was exhausted and really rushed for time.)
Despite this fact, I do talk to my mother at least once a week, often times more.
How is it that my parents can't remember to tell me things?! Really obvious things like:
"Oh, Sam, by the way, we changed our phone number. Use the 913 number from now on.... Why didn't we give it to you? Oh. Because we only gave it to people we wanted to talk to." Thanks, Mom.
Or:
"Hey, mom! Bought my ticket for Thanksgiving. Can someone pick me up from the airport at x-time?"
"Ooooh. Hm. Didn't we tell you? Your father and I bought tickets to go to Aruba for Thanksgiving a month ago."
"Nope. You forgot to mention that one. So glad you told me about how the cat sat on the bookshelf. Glad you didn't leave that anecdote out."
And now, I just received a text from my Dad, "Hey Sam. I'm in Chicago for a meeting. Three blocks away from your office."
Good to know.
/facepalm.
And because I promised silly photos (please, disregard the fact that I look like hell. I could describe the circumstance of the visit, but it's boring and tiresome. Just know that I was exhausted and really rushed for time.)