Around 10 o’clock last night Miss 13 sent me a text message that read: “Mom throat is scratchy do we have medicine?” I would complain about the whole texting me thing but usually she talks to me by updating her status on Facebook, so I figured this must be important ~ direct contact with me, woo hoo! So I immediately slipped into nurturing mommy mode, ran to the medicine cabinet and looked for anything that might remotely come close to soothing a sore throat. I came up empty. What to do? What to do?
I had a brilliant idea, so I immediately texted Miss 13 back and said: “Tell everyone I said to put on their shoes and get in the car now.” My children came wandering out of their rooms. “Mom, I’m in my pajamas!” “Where are we going?” “Do I have to go?” “But I don’t feel well.” In rapid fire action I responded: “It doesn’t matter.” “You’ll see when we get there.” “Yes, you do.” “You’ll be fine.”
The kids grudgingly got into the car and as I pulled out of the driveway, Mr. 14 said: “Mom, are you about to dump us in a vacant lot?” Seriously, where does he come up with this stuff?