Mom was quite a unique lady. Talented but tested, she tried to remain our rock.
One of my favorite tales of Mom's less than subtle lessons to the family was how she dealt once and for all with Dad's impatience.
Mom was old school and cared for the family with no complaints, well, rarely any complaints. When a trip was planned Mom's self appointed job was to ready the family. Dad was always dressed and ready first since Mom laid out his clothes. Mom then proceeded to dress three daughters and saved her preparation for last.
On this occasion, Dad was impatient to get on our way, he was ready, the children were dressed, what was the holdup?? That is when he decided to make the mother bear of mistakes by honking the truck horn.
Mother, having reached her wits end, promptly placed her hat on her head and grabbed her purse and joined the family in the truck, buck naked!
Needless to say, Dad was shocked speechless. We children were too young to notice anything out of the ordinary.
Mother quietly explained that preparing four people for departure left her little spare time to prepare herself. If Dad was ready to go, then she was ready to go.
Dad NEVER honked the horn again.