mother's day... so to speak

So i might be the worst daughter ever.

Not that it's an excuse but last week had been an insanely hectic one in which i got far less sleep than any non-insomniac human should ever get if they're not a college student or in med school. I might have been okay if it weren't for the tons of obligations that i had to fulfill. Despite all of that, i was still ready to make the long trek to my mom's house to celebrate mother's day.

she called saturday to let me know that the family was planning on an early brunch. I had an obligation at church, so i told her that i wouldn't be able to make it until later. She suggested that it would be a big hassle for me to have to come all the way down there, only to have to return a few hours later. She however finished with a promise to call later to confirm what was actually going to happen.

When i arrived home from church on sunday, i passed out on the couch with the complete expectation that by 2 or so, i would receive a call informing me whether or not i was expected.
Imagine my surprise when at 4 something-ish, she calls and asks where i am. In my just-startled-awake-from-a-world-numbing-sleep fog, i responded,

'.......what?... umm. What?'

see, i couldn't understand why she would ask me where i was, as if we had definitively agreed that i was supposed to have come down already... and she couldn't understand my post-sleep gibberish. She says, with guilt-trip soup soaking every word,

'i guess you're not coming then.'

honestly... i really didn't want to... my appetite for sleep had yet to be satiated, and it was raining... and i had no gas in my car... and my tires are bald. It was mother's day though... so i was willing to go regardless. I told her several times that i would come. Unfortunately, that didn't exactly come through in my tone, my sympathy buffers having been broken down by sleepy delirium.

I don't remember much after that, except that i fell back asleep until 6ish, when my mom called me again and hastily reminded me to call my grandmothers. I had a nice conversation with my fathers mom and was old-school dissed by my mom's mom, the whole ordeal being confirmed afterwards on the phone, by my little cousin who had stopped by to visit her.

'well, i just got yelled at.', said i...
'yeeeaaah, you did... goddamn!'...

well thas what he would've said if grandma wasn't right there.

Well now i don't know what to do. It was really a misunderstanding. I maybe would've been more sensitive if i hadn't just awaken from a comatose state, but now mother's day is over, and she hasn't seen me... or really spoken with me. I guess i'll have to buy a sweeeeet gift and somehow find the sappiest card (maybe on sale since it's after mother's day!) and go visit next week. Maybe i'll take a really long nap before i go.