I think I was about 12 years old. I don't remember how it exactly happened. Maybe she wasn't feeling well. Perhaps she was depressed. Maybe she was just sick and tired of the seven of us kids not listening to her or doing our chores or something. Because one day, my mom went on strike.
That's right. I said she went on strike.
She basically said, "You wanna eat it? You make it. You need it cleaned? You wash it. I will be in my room. So Do Not Disturb Me! I'm ON STRIKE!"
It was pretty funny - cuz a lady from the church called.
Church Lady: "Hi. May I please speak to your mother?"
Me: "No, I'm sorry. My mom isn't available."
CL: "Oh. Ok. When will she be available?"
Me: "I dunno. She's on strike."
CL: "I'm sorry, what? She's where?"
Me: "She's on strike. No cooking. No Cleaning. No driving us anywhere, and No phone calls. The sign says Do Not Disturb. She's On Strike."
CL: [brief pause] "Is she sick?"
Me: "I dunno. I just know she's on strike."
CL: "Ummm..." [stammers] "Ok. I guess I'll talk to her on Sunday - if she's not still on strike, that is."
Me: "Ok. Bye."
So, when my Mom returned from being "On Strike" I told her about the call. She laughed. Then when she and the lady talked about it - guess what the lady said!?!?!?!
She said, she got to thinking about it and how her own 8 kids weren't listening and were fighting, etc. So SHE went on stirke too! They both laughed pretty hard about that one. One more reason my mom is one of my heroes!