for dinner. Dad said he was going to play golf with some of his friends and was going to the racetrack. My husband of course doesn't get home until 6 or 7.
So with no car i knew mom would be home all day by herself.
Thursday morning in my office i tell you i was SQUIRMING!
I had that anticipation that come when you know that an enema is coming even though i still didn't know for sure if i'd be getting one.
My heart was beating like mad. I swear i worked myself up to where i actually felt like i had a fever!
At about one o'clock when my assistant got back from lunch i told her i wasn't feeling well and would not be back.
On the brief drive home i kept thinking to myself:
"here goes....I just hope i don't make a total fool of myself."
Then i rationalized that: "why should I? Mom for goodness sake is more experienced and about enemas than me probably!"
When i got home i heard the TV in the den and when i walked in there was mom watching her soap operas.
She instantly said, "What are you doing home so early!"
I said, "Oh, please! i have such a damned bellyache i couldn't go to the bathroom this morning!"
Her response was, "I thought you were using those stool softeners."
I told her i hadn't been because i had been fine. Then we had this little exchange of words where she said, Well, Brenda! what do you expect you have been eating quite a bit lately!"
"I only had a few pieces. I didn't have that much and besides that was a few days ago and before you say it no i can't take a Fleet those things make me sick to my stomach."
I'm such a phoney! the entire time i stood there having this conversation i had my hand on my stomach as if i really had a stomach ache. She asked if i had any Haley's MO laxative. I told her i didn't.
I could feel my face getting hot and flushed as I BLURT IT OUT!
I made it sound like i was annoyed at the idea.
"What i probably need is a good cleaning out but that is such a pain in the neck to do!"
Before i could say another word mom senced I was annoyed and getting upset as my voice began to raise ( It was of course all an act for mom's benefit) was on her feet telling me, "Brenda, Brenda calm down you're getting yourself all upset. Take it easy. You're all flushed. Calm down. I'll give you a hand don't worry about it!"
When she said that i felt this weight of relief come off me. I pretended to calm down and said, "Mom you don't have to i'll take care of it myself."
She said, "don't be ridiculous I'm here, I'll help you! Do you have an enema bag?"
My face felt as red as a beet as i told her i did. My heart was pounding like mad and i wanted to get up the stairs and get myself together so i told her, "Let me fix it and i"ll let you know when i'm ready"
I went upstairs leaving mom in the den.
I felt some tremendous relief and anticipation as I headed to the closet where i keep the bag and went into the bathroom off my bedroom and fixed a warm soapy solution.