I risked my sanity last week and took my 3 children on a road trip BY MYSELF. You know what? We survived...barely.
5 hours and 9.2 million crumbs in my car later, we arrived in Oklahoma City for a visit with my family. Surprisingly the only time I wanted to wrangle the necks of any of my children was during this conversation:
Scene: Imagine the most lovely singing voice on the planet. Sort of like an angel singing at the top of her lungs trying to regain her youth. (in case you couldn't tell, that was dripping with sarcasm. I was blessed with my parents' singing voice. It is NOT pretty)
Me: "You must be my Lucky Star
'Cause you shine on me wherever you are
I just think of you and I start to glow
And I need your light
And baby you know"
Now imagine the snotty-iest, most obnoxiously pre-teen accusing voice you can think of. Very similar to nails on a chalkboard.
9 Year old daughter: "UM, WHO sings this song???"
Me: It's Madonna.
9 Year old daughter: Humph, never heard of her. Can we turn on some Taylor Swift?
Okay I didn't really smack her simply because that wouldn't be safe while driving 80 MPH down the highway.
2 months ago