kicking puppies is bad

I acknowledge that my family is bizairre. I grew up thinking a family membership to the Rochester Chess Center was a normal thing. In high school, I was only allowed to have soda once a week (with dinner on Fridays), and I thought that was normal. Eon’t even get my started about my family’s weird obsession with how jello is served. So, I admit that my family isn’t exactly normal. I wasn’t shocked when my mom exhibited a new “weird” behavior. You see, my mom and I used to walk 2.5 miles every morning with the dogs (before I moved 3000 miles across the country). She would drive 10 minutes to my house, we would walk with the dogs, and then she would drive home. She gets the “best mom in the world” for showing up at 6am every morning to walk with me and the puppies.

But the weird thing was that she didnt’ come to the door. She would drive over, and sit in her minivan drinking coffee until me and the dogs emerged. And that is weird. But very occasionally, my alarm would fail to go off. And she would wait a few minutes (I was usually pretty prompt) and then she would drive home. WTF? After driving home, she would call my sister to complain that I “stood her up”. This was weird on many levels. First, she went WAY out of her way to go walking with me in the mornings. You would think she would WANT to get me out of bed if I didn’t show up. And it wasn’t like she was afraid of waking her daughter — unless she likes my sister a lot less. Because she was perfectly willing to call my sister (waking her) as soon as she arrived home to complain about me. Also, she KNEW I had to be at work. If I overslept, she could probably assume that my alarm hadn’t gone off. And if she didn’t ring the doorbell, I would probably be late for work. I honestly don’t understand why she didn’t just come the door. My family is bizairre. And I assumed it was just my family.

Recently, there was an incident among some of my husband’s friends that required weird carpool coordination. Because of where everyone worked, and how many cars were available, it made sense for His friend to pick me up, and him to pick his friend’s wife up. So I was told that his friend would pick me up. I waited. He didn’t show up. I called my husband. He told me that his friend was running late. I waited more. Eventually I got a call from my husband. His friend was sitting in the driveway. He was sitting in the driveway and instead of coming to the door (which would have been what most people probably would have done) or calling me (which was also sort of acceptable). He called my husband’s cell phone. And asked my husband to call me. So my husband could let me know that he was sitting out in the driveway.

Why don’t people want to come to my door? Is it me? Do I smell bad? I’m going to get some sort of complex…