Well, I Tried

Last night I got a great idea to send flowers to Momma at her work from all three of us kids.  I left a message for my brother and sister.  My brother called me back, OKed the amount I thought would be a fair split ($25 people, it's not like I was asking for tons).  I never heard back from my sister.

Today I texted my sister to see if she was in.  I couldn't tell her about the all-three-of-us plan, as my siblings don't speak.  She texted back that she had already arranged for flowers to be sent to Momma, which is awesome.  (Her text, however, was a bit holier-than-thou).  So my brother and I upped our ante and Momma will get a gorgeous arrangement on Friday at work.

Aside:  I think I've mentioned before, guys, that sending flowers to work means a whole lot.

I wish my siblings would get over their issues.  I don't know if the real problem is with them or with their spouses.

In 2007, the war came out.  My sister needed some help, and my brother's wife decided to put in her two cents.  While she's entitled to her opinion, sending her thoughts about my brother-in-law to my sister was inappropriate  Not as inappropriate as my sister-in-law sending her thoughts about my sister to her mother (Momma).

You can see where this gets bad, quickly.  This all happened about two months before I graduated from law school.  I cancelled the visit for all of them, because I knew that all I wanted to do was lock my family in a closet and let them duke it out.

One:  I kinda hate them all for not being able to get over it and care about a special day for me.

Two:  I wish I knew a way to get my siblings to speak before our parents die.