Summer is upon us, which means times at camp.

This weekend, I spent Sunday night and Monday at camp. Sunday night was great; we spent the night with Ernie’s cousin Ashley. Kristen & our Godson Bryson came to visit. We had food, played games and had some adult beverages, and fabulous strawberry margarita Jell-O strawberries.

Monday was bearable because Ernie’s family is awesome! Monday also meant time with my mother. For those of you who haven’t had the misfortune of meeting her, we will just say that you are lucky.

An issue with my mother is Ernie’s Dad’s camp. She seems to think that she should move down there and live rent free year round. There are a number of issues with this theory.

a)      my mother is disabled

b)      there is no telephone at the camp (life alert will not work without a land line)

c)      the camp road is so narrow that emergency vehicles could not get down the road

d)     the camp has no running water

e)      the camp is not winterized

f)       she has been told no by the owner (Ernie’s Dad)

g)      she has been told by both Ernie and I

She tells us we should let me live down there at least once when we visit with her. We tell her no. We actually took her down to camp for the family BBQ on Monday. I stopped counting how many times I had to tell her no. She whined to Ernie’s Grandparents about she would have to “buy a camp of her own”. I told her she could go right ahead and do that.

Ernie and I are going to have to have a discussion about this with her. If she mentions it one more time, she will not be allowed down at camp at all. It is like we have a damn child.

She made the time all about her… Everyone was talking and carrying on, as the family does (which I really do love about them), and she informed everyone that they needed to listen up and that she expected a round of applause because she hadn’t smoked in THREE WEEKS… I don’t know if she wants me to give her a treat or what, but she always “quits” for a while and then she starts up again.

Ernie’s family is wonderful, they make her feel welcome and they indulge her narcissism.

The icing on the cake was the ride home. Ernie’s cousin (who I adore) recently broke up with her boyfriend & moved back to Maine. It is a very touchy subject… what does my mother bring up on the way home??? You guessed it!!!!

Needless to say, even though we have agreed not to drink in front of Ernie’s family, if my mother is there next time, there will be more than water or juice in my cup!