Mutha Mutha

Mothers are something else. No matter how bad we treat them, they still want us around, begging for more. You can tell them that the way they dress is ridiculous. You can make fun of how they don't get technology, directions, or countless things under the sun that we know better than them. You can make it impossible to get an answer to day to day questions. You can never heed their advise. You can give them looks that you would never give strangers. You can screen their calls, tell them you're too busy for a visit, and forget almost all their important dates: b-day, aniversaries, mother's day. You can do way less than your part for family events, she'll take care of it, just show up.

Why are these mother's gluttens for punishment. They still want you around, they can't get enough. The more you push them away, the more they want to be a part of it. The more you give them hell for who they are, the more they share. The less you take their advise, the more they are ready to dish out. God bless those lil' muthas!