So That was Christmas

My holiday was quite the adventure and quite the drama. I'm going to break it down for you in bullet points because a normal post would be waaaaaay too long.

-Cowboy's brother pulled another no-show on us. YEAH. Can you believe it? Well, I could when he called us on Christmas Eve saying he'll drive up in the morning (sounded way too familiar to Thanksgiving). Then it was 2pm on Christmas day that he finally called us and told us, he was not coming. Cowboy finally (thank you) told him where to stick it and then went into a longer lecture of a conversation to tell him about his life, leaving school and not being responsible. **side note: Cowboy and his mom also had a very long conversation about it on Saturday. Or course, I eavesdropped and was shocked to hear them talking about it with opposition to the situation. All this time I thought the mom was a-okay with the boy dropping out of school.

-Christmas night, my mom fainted twice in our apartment around 3am. It awoke me when she fell the first time and while I was helping her, she fainted again. I was scared to all shit. We had to rush her to the hospital in an EMT transport. We were scared that it was a mini stroke because her speech patterns and motor skills were so off. I had a very hard time trying to keep it together.

-Doctors make the worst patients. My mom was all fine and dandy at the hospital after they gave her an IV drip. Then came the bossing around - she just knew better than the attending doctor assigned to her. He'd order tests for her and she'd refuse them. Of course, she just knew better and didn't want to be cooped up in a hospital any longer.

-She thinks the fainting happened because she may have been dehydrated because all her tests came back negative or normal. We all spent over 12 hours in the hospital for that diagnosis. Gotta love the health care industry - over a three hour wait just to take some blood; ten hours waiting for a MRI and ten plus hour wait for an EKG.

-The following night, she met some man on an email. A man she had never met before and got all giddy schoolgirl with Cowboy and I when she went on to tell us how he is from Canada but is spending his holiday in Houston with friends. I should have seen what would come next.

-A week before Christmas, my mom and I scheduled a road trip to visit family friends in Austin and San Antonio. Once in San Antonio, we would split and I'd go see my SA friends while she did her own thing. Her flight back to Phoenix was leaving out of SA. Our road trip would have been four days together. It ended up being two.

-My mom decided to ditch me and go see that man in Houston. I can't even begin to tell you how pissed I was over that decision. I was livid. She and I got into the worst fights ever, in the span of a couple of hours. Let's just say, it ended with me almost hitting her, she yelling at me and me leaving her happy butt in Austin, while I continued to San Antonio, two days earlier than planned. I just don't put up with that shit for anyone. If anyone decided to ditch me for some guy they never met, I'm sorry, but I will be mad at you. Plain and simple. Just because she is my mom, she doesn't get special treatment.

-Overwhelmed with guilt, I went back to Austin, two days later to bring her to San Antonio. I had a "come to Jesus" talk with myself to give me the strength to forgive and just be with her. I came to the conclusion that our relationship is close and works because she lives in Phoenix and I live in Dallas. Now, I understand why every mother/daughter relationship comes with some sort of trying drama at some point in the relationship.

-New Year's Eve, my friends and I went back to Austin for some celebrating. It was mad fun, we had a four-course dinner at a great wine restaurant called, Taste and after we went to a house party and rang in 2009.

-New Year's day, I returned back to Dallas. It was great sleeping in my own bed, cuddled up next to Cowboy and the last thing on my mind was where do I need to drive next?