So as I begin to set off on this new journey I must first like to thank my family. Joseph, Janice, Laura and Joey. For they are my first family. But most specifically Janice the beautiful woman who gave me life and to whom passed away at the age of 50 in 2003. Only 12 years older then I am now.
Back then I did not have my Xanax prescription so I needed to find humor in all that I did and all that was happening around me. Spending each day with my mother– whose favorite activity is counting the calories I consumed, drinking cawfee, smoking Virginia slims and of course screaming. Screaming was the normal “talk” in my house. Dinners were loud and if you talked the loudest maybe you were heard. Dinner – lets talk about dinners. My Mother was the worlds worst cook. She made a mean meatball but other than that – I thought all meat was grey and all vegetables tasted like butter and they came from a can. Ham steaks were a weekly regular on the menu and let us never forget the pan fried hamburger on wonder bread with ketchup. I can still see the blood from the hamburger running through that white bread that was just defrosted from the freezer cause god forbid you ever waste a loaf of bread before it turns green you gotta freeze it. Mashed potatoes, they were always OK. But while on my plate they formed the barrier between the blue/grey steak and the buttered green beans. Hunger would always win and I had to eat.
House cleaning was an expertise of my mothers. My Friend Kelli would always say “come to Christina’s house drink a glass of iced tea and Janice will clean the glass and put it away before you were even done.” Clearly I did not get this trait from my mother. Today I found a sock stuck under Danny’s dresser to the floor with some gum. I have three sons that have trouble figuring out the relationship between socks and sock drawers and my youngest who has a habit of dragging miscellaneous crap underneath the couch and his dresser leaving it there to collect dust. The work of managing a household while caring for three kids a husband and a dog is next to impossible. My kids are tidiness-challenged and I know Janice would never have let that happen.
Work- Janice did not work in the outside world till my little brother Joey was in I believe 1st grade. Her job was to take care of us kids and my Father. Thinking just the other day when I got an E-vite to my Godson’s birthday party. My mother had to call each kid to come to my birthday parties… No Face Book, no texting, no emails. She had to sit on the phone and call all 47 first cousins, my Aunts and Uncles etc. No wonder she had no job…. being a housewife was a job back then. So I’m trying to come to terms with it, I will never be the house wife she was. I try and come to terms with in the same way that I have been trying to come to terms with my muffin top. I have that and she did not.
Good House wife – Bad cook.
My mother was a good mother and I was a good daughter.