Navigating through life away from the library.
Navigating through life away from the library.

My Kids Don’t Trust Me

Suspicious Mom
Who wouldn't trust this face?

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?

I got the last laugh when I pulled into the Mickey D’s drive thru and ordered shakes and frappuccinos for them and a smoothie for myself.  Still I have to love my children and their suspicious nature.