At What Point

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?

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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.

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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.

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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.

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18 years ago today, The Husband asked me to marry him. Sweet, right? Right. So, at what point did he realize he made an error in judgement? Don't answer that. I'll like living in a dream world. One with chocolate chips and normal children. For reals.