My mom already chewed my brains out after she found out that my in-laws had invited us for the summer. They live by the sea and would be happy to host me and my daughter for the whole summer. Of course I want to go, especially the doctor advised us to take the child to the sea in the summer, so that during the year he would catch cold less often.
But my mom cries out that this is unacceptable, because in the summer it’s gardening time, a lot of work in the garden, and she alone can’t cope. She relies heavily on my help, because I’m and so last year I skimped. Well, last year the baby was only a few months old, and I had no time for my mother’s vegetable garden.
I was fed up with my mother’s vegetable garden back in high school. Everyone has a summer like summer, and I had to go almost every day to our garden, armed with a list of things to do and do weeding, watering, and other useful activities. My parents worked and could only get away on the weekends. But I was loafing anyway, so why shouldn’t I bend my back on the garden?
While the other kids were out walking, swimming, and having fun, I was fighting for my crops. All so that my mother, who got to her favorite seedbeds, could tell me all weekend that I did everything wrong.
At university I used to ask to be a summer counselor somewhere, or go for practice, or anywhere else, if only there was more or less good reason to escape from the hated vegetable garden. For which, of course, I constantly received a new round of reproaches.
When I got married, my mother tried to involve my husband in her garden work, but he went a couple of times, realized that this work has neither end nor end, and he flatly refused to go there again. Mom then was so indignant that she’s not all for herself grows that we are the same later it will all eat, but my husband said that he is much easier and cheaper to buy everything he needs in the store, than to slave weekly on mom’s plantations.
I also did not go as often, although my mother wore out my nerves for miles. And then I got pregnant and the question disappeared by itself. I could not care about the garden any more, because I bore the heat very badly and tried to stay indoors too much.
After the birth of a child I successfully skipped the whole gardening season, although my mother hinted that it was possible to somehow combine it. But even she did not insist, realizing that with such a baby in the hands of a worker I will not turn out well. But she made plans for next year.
Mom reasoned that the baby by then will grow up, with her you can take turns to sit, and I will be able to make their contribution to my mother’s vegetable garden.
– And the baby will be good. In the city everything is polluted with gas, the greenery is covered with dust, but in the countryside what a beauty – and fresh air, and the sun, we buy a small pool, put an umbrella, let the child splash, – my mother dreamed.
I was not warmed by these prospects, but I did not say it aloud, so as not to exacerbate the situation beforehand. And after the new year we had completely different plans.
Over the New Year holidays my mother-in-law was visited by her sister, my husband’s aunt and godmother, with whom he is very well connected and considers a second mother. The aunt and her husband live near Anapa, they have their own house there. They have an adult son who went to work in Peter, so only she and her husband are at home.
We were invited to come to the sea for the summer, of course for free. They have no grandchildren of their own, so while visiting, my aunt and uncle husband did not let our daughter down. They said they would be very happy if we came and stayed with them.
At first I thought it was just a courtesy, but then my aunt called my husband several times and reminded him that they were waiting for us. My husband, of course, the whole summer can not come, but to take a week at the beginning of summer to let us go, and then another week in the fall to take us back, it is in his power.
We really wanted to go to the sea, in addition, our doctor advised such a trip, so that the child was healthier and not sick in winter. So I’m all in anticipation. And only my mom spoiled all the raspberries with his garden.
Immediately the child and the sun became harmful, and where I go to strangers, and her garden can be great to improve the child’s health. I remembered that I had missed the last season, and my mother was slaving away here alone. But I am determined to, which pisses off my mom even more.
Well, really, at least one sane person, choosing between the garden and the sea, would choose the garden? Especially if he does not need anything from the garden. But we don’t need anything from my mother’s garden. We buy everything in stores, and pickles and jams at my mom are still in the basement on an industrial scale, we do not eat them, not fans, and my mother alone can not cope. That’s what for the sake of bending her back every year.
Recently my mom went to extreme measures. Said that if I go to the sea, then on her help with the child can no longer count. The feeling that she is now just to help us. She has a vegetable garden from spring to autumn, and from autumn to spring she has work, or she is sick or tired.
Of my own free will, I will not refuse a trip to the sea, and my mother let herself think what she wants.
