Mothers are strange creatures

See, my mom told me that she doesn’t trust my grandmother to water her plants while she is on vacation. After all granny is getting old. This was big news to me. I finally am responsible in my mother’s eyes, even more responsible than my grandmother! I actually felt quite good about that. Well, up until my mother told twice more ON THAT SAME DAY not to forget about watering the plants, and to be extra careful with her orchids – wouldn’t want them to drown, now would we – and that the watering cans are outside on the patio.
Alright, so apparently I’m not all that responsible after all and forgetful it seems. Never mind that I am in charge of a whole HoK, which among other things does require a good memory. But the worst thing about this whole issue is that when I went home to water those darn plants, my grandmother came over and told me that my mother had advised her to tell me that I should not forget to water the plants and that the watering cans are out on the patio. Honestly, I was this close *pressing thumb and forefinger together here* to yelling at my grandmother. But, of course, it wasn’t her fault that my mother is obviously very concerned about her plants and in serious doubt of the functioning of her child’s brain.
Sigh. That's life, I guess.