Yesterday started like every other day with a text from the man, except the text wasn't to say good morning or have a nice day. In fact the text was more along the lines of "grmph baby girl heuh Uypar pluthgjaf!!!!!!" He usually speaks English, so I was a little taken aback and called him.
It seems baby girl has only recently become a woman and yesterday morning was fraught with an extra dose of being a woman, so much so that when her daddy saw her just lying in bed crying he lost his ability to be a sane person.
He didn't know whether he should run circles in the yard or in a straight line to the hospital, so I suggested maybe he just go to work and let me handle the situation. The sigh of relief to follow was nothing short of hurricane strength. I named it Flo.
I loaded up a basket of goodies and headed over. By the time I got there things were a little more under control thanks to Pamprin, so I shoved some chocolate into her face and brought her back to my house for what I thought would be a day of her vegging on the couch while I worked.
I should know better than to 'think' on days like that, and by days like that I mean days when 2 girls hanging out together are also (ahem) both being women at the same time. We ended up at Walmart first and then Dairy Queen before watching a horror movie fest on Netflix. She loves the scary, but I may never sleep again.
A friend called to check on her after school and I overheard her say, "Oh yeah, I'm good. I spent the day at my 3rd mom's house."
When I finish typing this I'm going downstairs and mop the rest of my heart off the floor.
Zipper, Purse, Cell, and Ceiling Fan Pulls
I strung while pretending to watch
someone SAW(VI) her own arm off.