Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Mother's Day

Mother's Day was really weird this year. A good friend who used to live here was coming to Chicago for a convention that started on May 13th. Five weeks ahead of time, she called to say let's get together.

Meanwhile my brother in DC invited me to their beach house for Mother's Day. I said yes, until I realized that May 13th was Mother's Day. So I told him I had a previous commitment with my girlfriend and couldn't come.

Four days at the beach with my cute niece and nephew and I couldn't go. As it turns out, I should have gone.

My girlfriend decided to make her trip a two-fer, so she also took some time off to visit her daughters in Indiana the week before coming to Chicago.

You with me so far?


Then I got an email from one of her daughters who thought it would be great to have a party in Chicago for her mom with her close friends in the area.

So I set up a Mother's Day brunch at a mutual friends' apartment, halfway between everybody. They have loads of room and he loves to cook, so that seemed like the best idea. Plus one of my own daughters could also join us after she ran in the Y-Me race that morning.

Meanwhile, my friend began to finalize her plans. She said her daughters would be coming with her on the South Shore train to Chicago which arrived at around ten in the morning. 

I would pick them all up at the station and take them to the brunch. After the brunch she had to check in for the convention. Her daughters would get back on the train to Indiana. And I was going to spend a night or two at her hotel so we could have some girlfriend time.


Then the following things happened:

My friend said she would be coming in on Amtrak, not the South Shore train.

Amtrak doesn't run on time. Ever. They might say they get in at 9:45 AM, but that's just an estimate.

I called to make sure. I was right, no miracle had occurred. The train had been running an hour and a half late all week. On Friday it was almost three hours late. I called on Saturday right before it was due and that train was already more than three hours late.

I could only imagine how late the train would be on Sunday.


So I called my friend to say we should probably skip the brunch because her train was going to take twice as long to get to Chicago as it takes to drive. I even thought about driving to pick her up at one point, but you'll discover that was a moot point as it turned out.

I called her daughters so we could make plans for something else to do when they finally got here. But they told me they never planned to come in the first place. Huh?


I called the hosts of the brunch and left a message on his cell phone Saturday night cancelling everything.

On Sunday morning, my friend called from the train. She said the conductor told her they were going to be about an hour late. I told her I'd already called and she was going to be almost four hours late.

So Mother's Day ended up with no brunch.

But I was going to meet my friend at her hotel for dinner and a slumber party.

No hotel. She was now staying with another friend downtown.

I called my friends to say I was sorry for canceling the brunch.

Only to discover they never got my message. So they had a lot of bagels and blintzes and omeletes, etc., etc. And no one was coming to eat it.

On top of everything else, I'd taken my car in to be fixed on Friday, so I could drive everybody around on Sunday. But it needed a part that wouldn't arrive until Tuesday. My mechanic said I could drive it, but not out of the driveway.

So I didn't have wheels anyway.

I did talk to my daughter who lives in London. She had called me on their Mother's Day which is in March or something. So I called her on my Mother's Day and we had a nice chat. The bad news is that I don't get to see her very much.  The good news is that I get two Mother's Days out of it.

Wait a minute, what happened to my other daughter?

11 comments:

mutualaide said...

Your other daughter is still on the train.  

mosie1944 said...

Murphy's Law at it's finest.

dafyddhevans said...

I seriously think the next time you make plans with A/B you need to insist she post a bond.  A BIG one.  We missed you at the beach.  We sent the moms to the Sanderling for manicures and pedicures.  I did burn the crap out of my legs on Monday, though; and the local Food Crypt wanted $20 a pound for lobsters so we opted for burnt pork ribs.  Then, there were the ants.  Angry, angry ants.  So maybe your weekend of fun wasn't that bad.

Happy Mommy's Day, BigSis.


jayveerhapsody said...

You've managed to permanently dispel the illusion that Mother's Day is a simple, uncomplicated holiday. You should immediately go to your brother's beach house to recuperate.         Jon

eilenbug said...

Your "friend" doesn't understand the meaning of MOTHER'S day! lol

psychfun said...

OMG...that is just too much! Now Amtrack was not that bad when I took it to college & back home. We did hit & kill a person one time...though I think it was a suicide they could not avoid, and one time during the winter we drove nearly 4 hours with the doors frozen open. When it arrived they were frozen shut & after finally getting them open & everyone loaded they could not get them to close! Ugh. The first 2 rows had snow on them the whole way. Of course we were drinking on the train, not quite letting spring break go so we didn't really get too upset about it & being young kids it was a funny thing. At my age now I'm sure I would be pissed. Sorry this all happened...I'd schedule the beach for next year already so you can tell this "friend" you have other plans.

swibirun said...

OMG......I think I would just go back to bed:)  

stupidsheetguy said...

LOL, can't help ya with that last question...my head's spinnin!

judithheartsong said...

oh what a time you had... Happy Mother's Day late to one cool chick!

Judi

http://judithheartsong.blogspot.com/

mombzbe said...

You're not supposed to get a headache for Mother's Day.
Anna

salemslot9 said...

I went on a train
once in 7th grade
I would like to go again
but Sylvia Browne (psychic)
says it isn't safe