My mother has started planning her annual "Family Beach Trip." Well, let me give you some history here. Since she only has my brother and me and he lives in another state, we don't get together that often, well usually once - at Christmas. It's not that we don't get along - we do, and maybe that is because we only see each other once a year. But I digress.
Two years ago, in May, Mama showed up in my office all excited. "Well, I found us a place at the beach." Clueless as to what she was talking about, I asked, "Us?". "Yes, I rented us a place at the beach for a week." She could tell by the puzzled look on my face that I didn't get it. So she continued, "For our family beach trip." "What family beach trip?" "I thought it would be nice for all of us to get together for a week this summer at the beach. So I rented a house big enough for all of us to stay together." "Um, and when is this 'family beach trip'?" "The second week in June. The weather is so nice then."
"Mama, I can't just take off from work then with no notice. Does my brother know about this?" "Of course, you know his family loves the beach." "We all love the beach. That's not the question." It was at that point that I realized that it didn't matter if it suited or not, we were going on a family vacation the second week in June, come Hell or high water. "Well, I suggest you go home and call him right now so he can make plans." "I'll just do that. He'll be so excited." "And, so surprised," I added.
That night I got the expected phone call from my brother. "Did you know anything about this?" "No, and I'm sure it suits your schedule about as much as it does mine." "You couldn't stop her or change her mind?" "It was a done deal before I knew about it." "Did she tell you she has invited her college roommate to join us?" "No, I wasn't privy to that bit of knowledge." So we all changed our schedules and rearranged our lives to join Mama at the beach. And, we had a good time. However, we also had a Come to Jesus meeting with her that if she wanted to do this each year, she needed to plan it in advance and consult with us about the timing.
I mentioned this to one of my friends. She laughed and said don't feel like the Lone Ranger, my mother did the same thing to us last year, except she planned for all of us to go to a dude ranch in Montana. Suddenly, a relaxing week at the beach sounded pretty good and I wasn't going to give my mother any ideas.