I got a frantic phone call from my sister this afternoon. She said that a bug flew into her ear when she was gardening and didn't know what to do. Her husband is in Cabo San Lucas with friends so she didn't know who to ask.
"Oh. This is a "mom call," I said.
"But it flew in and it was buzzing around and it wouldn't come out. So I got a q-tip and stuck it in there and I must have killed it because there is blood. Now, I can't get it out of there. What should I do?"
After we talked for a few minutes and I hung up, Girlfriend asked me why I said that it was a "mom call."
"You know our mom died before you were born, right? She was your grandma. So, now Dooze is all alone and since I'm her big sister, she will call me if a weird thing like a bug flying into her ear happens. Or, she'll call me to find out if it is okay to use a six-month old frozen turkey. For me, since I don't have a mom anymore, I'll call my friend Wilma to ask a question like that. Or I'll call Betty at the yarn shop."
Or, if it is about money, I call my dad, and if he isn't there, I'll call my big brother."
"So if you are gone and daddy is gone, who am I gonna call?"
Ugh. I hate it that she is alone.