Premonitions?

At what point does someone become considered a psychic? Or a medium? Or a fortune teller? And what point is it all just a big coincidence?

Because, some freaky shit’s been going on for awhile now, and I’m starting to wonder…

For example: I have, with 100% accuracy, predicted the gender of over 7 pregnant women in my life…including my own pregnancy AND a few people that I only know online. And two of those pregnancies I also predicted when their baby would be born.

And then there’s the matter of my mother-in-law. Last July I was heading with her to my best friend’s wedding. I cam to pick her up early and she said, “we have a few minutes, I’m going to go downstairs to put on my makeup.” As she was heading down the stairs I said, jokingly, “don’t dislocate your hip! We don’t have time for that today!”

She didn’t hear me, but about 5 minutes later she starts calling my name, and I rush downstairs finding her slumped over, hip dislocated, going in and out of consciousness. Yeah. Hip disolocated. Granted, she has a history of hip dislocation, but still, it was quite…uncanny.

It’s been 10 months, and grandma watches Potamus 2 days a week. We’ve been going along swimmingly, and then, last week I started to feel worried. Not my normal unfounded anxiety worry, it was something different. And I said, “I think you need to start carrying your cell phone with you, especially when Potamus is here, because I think you’re due to dislocate your hip.” Everyone laughed, but I was being serious.

And then, yesterday, at lunch with my sister-in-law, I said it again: “I’m worried about your mom. I think she’s going to dislocate her hip.”

Not 40 minutes after I pick up Potamus from her care, did I get the call that she had dislocated her hip and I was needed to let the firefighters/EMT’s into the house (they couldn’t find the spare key and she didn’t want them to break down the door).  When I talked to my sister-in-law, I just kept remarking about the fact that we had JUST discussed it earlier that day and that I was really concerned.

So what do I make of all of this? Are premonitions real? Is it just a coincidence? Because I have several more experiences like this, and they just seem so strange!

Thoughts? Have you ever had a premonition that has come true?

Jealous Mothers

I think we need to invent a specific word to describe the jealousy of mothers. Or maybe more accurately, the jealousy of mothers with grandchildren. Because I am about ready to pop my mom and my mother-in-law in the face if they don’t get their shit figured out. I mean, seriously, their mutual jealousy is driving me batshit crazy.

It started a few weeks ago, when I was explaining to my mom why we were looking at non-home daycares, stating, “Potamus has a grandma, and a mom and dad, to watch him” but before I could even finish the sentence she inserted, “he has another grandma, too.”

face, meet palm.

Seriously? Yes mom, I know he has “two” grandmas (though if we are really being honest, he has FOUR grandmas since I am adopted, but I let that part slide), but if you would have let me finish the sentence it was about primary caregivers. I’m sorry that she made the choice to stay living 25o miles away and my mother-in-law is right down the street, but I can’t do anything about that.

THEN, my second sister-in-law got married and my mom said, ‘I don’t know, is MB (my mother-in-law) stressed, because I tried to say “hi” to her and she didn’t respond, but she gave your dad a hug.”

Seriously.

WTF.

My mother-in-law is the mom of the bride, probably not in the best frame of mind to be chit-chatting and worrying about my mom’s feelings on the matter. But, to try and nip that nonsense in the bud, Boof had a wee chat with his mom about making extra sure that my mom feels included in stuff.

BUT THEN, after the wedding shenanigans were through, MB comes to me and says, “I’m not bothered by it, but your dad says that your mom is going by grammy, so I guess I will go by Grandma Lastname.”
(which is the most martyeriest thing she could say, because she originally told us she HATED that name.)

Seriously. It’s like being in freaking junior high, and I have less patience now for that kind of drama. Who the fuck cares if Potamus calls you BOTH grammy? Why does it matter? Why all the jealousy and insecurity?

AND THEN, in reference to my 30th and Potamus’s 1st birthday party in my hometown, my mom made a snide remark about “I hope it’s okay we just to a family dinner. That’s how we do it,” which was clearly referencing my in-laws (who have more money) who go out to eat a lot. GAH! I’m about to pull my hair out.

On my mom’s end, it seriously feels like she is having those child-feelings that I had because of adoption. It feels like she now understands what it is like to worry that someone (me) is going to leave and not think of her as family anymore. But I don’t know what the deal is with my mother-in-law, but at this rate I am getting VERY annoyed about the prospect of having to deal with it all on Thanksgiving. I want them to just communicate, work it out, and hell, maybe even let Potamus pick his own name for you all. My pick, right now,  is Beavis and Butthead.