I’ve just been double duped by three Italians. When will I ever learn?
I will attempt to reconstruct the scenario of the past 24 hours but if you loose the thread, well as a writer, I will have at least accomplished conveying how confusing and contradictory my life is within the Italian circles I call ‘family’.
I start work Monday. It’s official. I must get off my lazy butt and go back to the city and earn my keep. Ok, I can accept that but I also expect that I will get a little support along the way too. I cannot get to the train station without a car and there is no free parking near the station. I asked for a ride to the station or otherwise I would have to move back to the city. I got some protesting.
Mamma came up with a solution that I would drive down with her and my sister-in-law, since they had to drive back anyway. I agreed to this which meant a night in the city and I could take the train back Tuesday night. The problem was that my sil didn’t want to leave early and I had to be back by noon. Mama conjured up some mystery appointment for her to say there was no other way.
I had no intention of driving all the way back to the city. My plan was to take the train. But now, suddenly I find myself driving Mama back to the city in my car and my sil got to stay a few hours longer and my husband didn’t have to drive anyone anywhere. Sheesh! I give up!