Because I'm forever the living embodiment of patience, grace, and understanding whilst in front of my daughter-- I could have in no way
He took my check book without telling me! Which means that hours later when at the check out counter with a basket full of groceries/presents/gift wrap for Christmas I had NO MONEY. Nothing. And if that has ever happened to you, you must know that 1. the check out lady is not at all happy with you 2. the rest of the people in line are VERY unhappy with you 3. I'm embarrassed and furious for being in this situation
WHere is it?!??!!? Where did I put it?!?!?!? It was in here yesterday!!!!!! (I think to myself) Then like a light bulb turned on in my mind.... I call my husband.
DO YOU HAVE MY CHECK BOOOOOK!!!!!! (yes) WHY DIDN'T YOU FREAKING TELL ME YOU TOOK MY CHECK BOOK OUT OF MY PURSE. I'M AT TARGET. WITH NO MONEY....
It goes on. I'm not proud.
So the genius that I am.... I travel down to a branch of my bank that happens to be just down the street. I grab cash, head back to Target, and THANKFULLY the cashier had suspended my purchase. I paid and was out of there. That wig out spectacle seemed a little overblown after that, I must admit.
That night, while putting Lia to sleep, we start our prayers. Mine were the usual: thank you for my beautiful daughter. Hers had a twist... It wasn't the usual: thank you for my toys. Instead tonight she said: Thank you for mommy's check book. !!!OH MY!!! I was laughing and embarrassed all over again.
You are too funny! I can see this as a scene from a sitcom. Hope you had a wonderful Christmas.
ReplyDeleteDon't tell anyone, but I would have freaked out too.
ReplyDeletemy freak out would've contained expletives!!!
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