we arrived in fayetteville, north carolina at 5:30 am, making the 580 mile trip from new york city in just 8 1/2 hours, which ties a record for me. the girls & i picked up my 17 year old nephew in harlem and were crossing the GW bridge into 95 south at 9pm. stopped once for gas 180 miles later at maryland house just outside of baltimore, and just once more nearly 300 miles later near rocky mount, north carolina. traffic was light; the drive was pleasant. i had my best of 2008 iPhone playlist on the car stereo while the girls had their new iPod nanos & a portable dvd player to keep them occupied in the back. my nephew sent & received texts while listening to his own iPod as he rode shotgun.
so we get here, greet mom & my sister & her two young children, and mom’s husband. they’re all happy to see us, although we’re a little early lol. as we begin to unpack the truck and settle in, i notice, via my iPhone, that mom has a wireless network now that she didn’t have the last time i visited in february. during that visit, i purchased a wireless router for her & configured it, but when i returned home, she complained that it messed up some crucial settings that she uses for her online free-lance customer support business so she disconnected & returned it.
now you know i’m coming with my new macbook that the ex blessed me with for christmas
& also preparing to surprise my nephew by giving him my old laptop. so wireless internet access was essential. as a result, i came prepared with a new wireless router that i was going connect & access for the three days i’d be here. however, when i went to connect it, i noticed mom, in fact, had her own new wireless network. sweet. so i asked her for the password so i could access it. hmmm….that’s when the hemming & hawing began. mom said she didn’t know the password, that she’d forgotten it. i’m thinking, that’s unlikely: i’m sure mom had help with configuring the network and its security and she’d be sure to write down explicit operating instructions for reference. but she claimed she hadn’t. no big deal; i thought i’d shuffle around among the desk & file cabinet near her computer where i’d be sure to find the configuration settings.
so mom’s about to put the christmas turkey in the oven and is also preparing the side dishes. i should have known it wasn’t a good time to trouble her. but your boy was amped, ready to get online instead of resting like i’d promised to do. so after sorting through the folders on her computer desk and still not finding the settings & passwords, i became suspicious. mom is known to be very territorial and she was now noticeably jumpy & a bit irritated. i’m thinking: she does know the password or at least where to find it but doesn’t want to share it with me. wow. how could mom not trust me. i’ve never given her any reason to whatsover. she knows how connected i am online and is even known to read this blog occasionally (oh boy). so my feelings are hurt now as i think, wow…just got here and mama drama is starting already. it’s so not worth it. i should fall back, get some rest, and try to address it later. but no…
so i come up with another idea. heck i’ll just disconnect her router & replace it with mine. as i start to do that, my sister suggests that i ask my mom if it was ok to do that. by then, i’m in offensive mode so i go ahead and begin the process anyway. but then, thankfully, something stops me and i go to her and explain what i wanted to do. mom looks wary & reminds me of the trouble she encounterd after my first attempt to set her up with a wireless network. completely emapthetic by now, i gently explain that she will not have similar issues; the configuration will be temporary, only for the duration of my visit & i’ll ensure that her settings are reset to the defaults before i leave.
still wary, mom starts rustling through another folder of written documentation and suddenly locates the documentation of her wireless network. she reluctantly passes it to me before leaving the room in a huff. problem solved.
oh but my feelings are hurt, so i tweet about it, asking my twitter fam what their experience is when a visiting family member asks for a password to connect to their wireless network. overwhelmingly the feedback supports my expectation that this is a non-issue: family members are provided access without hesitation. still, a few twitter fam encourage me to just let it ride; as by now, the tension in the house is thick & it’s evident that mom & i are at odds. so i finally let it go. i got what i needed, didn’t i? conversation between me & mom resumes, and the rest of the morning & afternoon proceed without incident.
and let me tell you, mom’s christmas dinner was off the chain: turkey, stuffing, mac & cheese, red rice, sweet potatoes, potato salad, collard greens, cornbread, & sweet potato pie. now you know where i get my cooking skills from: mom is no joke in the kitchen. we all eat together, exchange gifts, & my nephew & i spend the rest of the afternoon glued to our laptops lol.
i take a quick 2 hour nap, shower & then contact my dad to set up a football day at his house on sunday. growing up, dad was a huge football fan, but i wasn’t. as an adult though, i’ve grown to obsess about the game as much as he. i only get to visit dad once or twice a year, sometimes even less, so we’ve never actually watched an nfl game together. dad was ecstatic about us finally getting to do that so that should be a highlight of the trip down here: dad & i will drink beer, & shoot the breeeze while watching nfl games before i head back to new york city sunday night.
my plans for tonight, however, fell through: my cousins down here are feeling under the weather so we couldn’t hook up as planned. it’s all good…i’m still a little tired from the drive anyway. that’s what tomorrow’s for. the girls, on the other hand, are in heaven: their three younger cousins are all here & they get to have a bonafide sleepover, complete with hannah montana & high school musical themed sleeping bags, right here in the middle of grandma’s living room.
can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings…