mother's day shit got real

mother's day, a day of cards, lunches and shopping with mom, right? today shit got real when mr. danish called his mom to wish her a happy mother's day and make an appointment to see her. now, you may be thinking, "make an appointment? what?" yes, an appointment. with his own mother. being a good and loving son, mr. danish left her a voicemail and waited patiently for her to call back. after a few hours of not hearing from her, mr. danish tried again. apparently she got his message, but was ignoring him. what? here's how it went:

mr. "did you get my message about us wanting to see you and having a gift?"
mom "yes, and i went up to mama's."
mr. "but you did get my message?"
mom "yeah." and then some jibber jabber basically saying that there weren't any appointments left.

hey dumbass, this is how you make your son feel, except it's more like a dagger and heart, not a cat and a dog, but i'm keeping it cute, okay? think about that next time.

here's my real theory: the good parents don't talk about how great they are at being a parent, and they don't trash talk other parents. why? because there's no need to, they don't feel guilty about doing anything wrong. the parents who are seriously lacking any sort of parental skillz (yeah, i just used a z to make it seem more legit) are the ones who feel the constant need to remind people that they're good parents and that they love their kids. case in point, my mother-in-law making shit get real on mother's day.

but that's okay. well, i mean, actually it isn't okay. but here's what's going to happen: mr. danish will be pissed for a little while, but i'll make jokes and play around with him to get him laughing a little, and if all goes well, we'll bone make sweet love that will make him forget the negative things he was previously feeling. see bitch mother-in-law, it's zero for you, one for me! i win! (insert evil laugh)