It's been 4 days since the airing of Downtown Abby. 4 days, people. And I'm still upset over what happened. I know you know what I'm talking about. Yep. I'm still thinking about it. At what point do I officially declare myself pathetic?
Child #2 climbed over the bench in church. In front of lots of people. In a skirt and heels. When I told her that normal teenage girls usually walk around the bench, she rolled her eyes and said, "I didn't really climb, I slithered on my belly. And, it's not even a big deal because no one saw my underwear." Well, there is that.
At what point do I take responsibility for my children's actions? Um, how about never.
I was told by one of my children that I'm tall. "But not, you know, like a giant or anything." Really?
And here's the funny part- this didn't even phase me. Because, at what point did I stop expecting my family to be normal? Probably around the time I started duct taping them into their car seats so they wouldn't escape. True story.
I couldn't find the chocolate chips at Costco today. To most people, this is not life threatening. Not so to me. I am telling you, I. Could. Not. Find. Them! I started to hyperventilate and I texted the husband, my mom and my sister. Farmer Todd told me to buy some vegetables. That thought made me vomit in my mouth. I had to put my hands on my knees just to catch my breath. At what point did my sanity return? When I put chocolate cupcakes and peanut M&Ms in my cart.