Oh I am going to tell you what the big hairy deal is! Hair brushes...that's the deal. Over the past 13.5 years, I have purchased more than my fair share of hair brushes. I have bought combs, hair clips, headbands, barrettes, rubber bands, you name it, if it's for tending one's hair, I have bought it! Problem is, once it enters this house it goes into the abyss.
A couple of nights ago, we were having a regular ole night. Everyone was getting ready for bed and out of the basement, Abigail emerged. She was upset and when she is upset, everyone had better be on high alert (she is after all a "young" teenager)! The conversation went something like this;
Me: Whatever is the matter my child?
Her: I can not find MY hairbrush! *insert hysterical tears*
Me: Oh dear! Welcome to MY world my child!
Her: No Mom, I am SERIOUS! Where is it? I left it in my bathroom and it is gone!
*At this point, I send the other three children to the bomb shelter.
Me: Well Abigail, I am sorry that you can't find YOUR hairbrush...if it's any consolation, I have been unable to locate any of my hair brushes for a good 13 years!
Her: But this is MY hair brush. I NEED IT! I left it in MY bathroom and now it's gone.
Me: Yes, you said that. What is wrong with you? It's a hair brush Abigail. If you look around you might find a comb under the couch, in the toaster or who knows where.
Her: I can't find MY cellphone either Mom! I don't know where it is. It was in my dance bag and now it is gone too!
Me: You want me to call it?
Her: No! It's on vibrate!
I walk away shaking my head and secretly wondering what I ever did to deserve such bliss!
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
Please note, the hair brush was found within mere minutes of this conversation in her dance bag and Olivia located her cell phone in the backseat of my car the next day.
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