Mom vs. Gas

By the end of my work day, the last thing I want to do is run errands. Sometimes they're unavoidable, but when at all possible, I go straight home.

Friday night was no exception, so when Meg asked to go to Target on the way home, I was less than receptive.

Megan:  Can we go to Target before we go home?

Me:  No.

Megan:  WHY?!

Me:  Because I'm too tired.

Megan:  But I want to buy more of that candy I got at the baseball game.

Me:  Not tonight, sorry.

By the time we got home, Meg was pretty angry with me for not taking her to Target. So much so that she wouldn't stop bugging me about it, so I decided to retreat to my bedroom for a little peace and quiet.

About 3 minutes later ... in she comes.

Megan:  Can you PLEASE take me to Target?

Me:  No.

Megan:  WHY?!?!?!?

Me:  I don't WANT to go to Target right now.

Meg passes gas.

Me:  Eww!!

Megan:  I'm gonna keep on farting until you TAKE ME TO TARGET!!

Me:  Well fart away then.

Yeah ... BIG mistake. 

If Meg ever challenges you to a gas-off, do NOT accept!!

I ended up being gassed out of my own bedroom.

But we STILL did NOT go to Target, so I think that means I won.

Pizza! Pizza!

First of all, I have NO business being up right now. It's almost 11:00 p.m., and I'm a girl who NEEDS a LOT of SLEEP in order to "play well with others" at work during daylight hours. But I'm in a funk and can't sleep, so while I was laying in bed, I remembered a conversation that took place in our car this afternoon, and figured I might as well share it just in case there's anyone else out there who can't sleep.

Okay - so once again, for those who don't know me or haven't read much of my blog, I DO NOT LIKE TO COOK DINNER. EVER.

Tonight was no exception.

After a tiring day at work (Nothing out of the ordinary to make it tiring, I just didn't get enough sleep the night before. Yeah. Kinda like tonight. Man tomorrow morning's gonna suck. And I apologize for using the word 'suck' like that, but nothing else really expresses the suckiness tomorrow morning is gonna' be with me on such little sleep.) I told Amanda on our way to pick up Megan from a friend's house that we'd be having Little Caesars pizza for dinner. She said, "Okay." Which was nice and all, but even if it wasn't "Okay" with her, we STILL would have had that for dinner, because ...

1) I hate cooking dinner.

2) 1 pizza is only $5.00.

3) It's HOT-N-READY!!

4) I hate cooking dinner.

Once we had Meg in the car with us, I gave her the plan ...

Me:  I'm stopping by Little Caesars for pizza because I'm too tired to cook dinner.

Amanda:  Tell us something we DON'T know.

Me:  Uh, MEGAN didn't know we were going to get PIZZA, because SHE wasn't in the CAR with us when I told YOU we were going to get PIZZA!

Take THAT Smarty Pants.

Amanda:  I meant the part about you being 'too tired to cook dinner'.

Me:  Oh.

When Your Daughter Witnesses Abuse

Meg accompanied me to the grocery store today.  As we were exiting the store and heading to our car, we both heard screams. Like someone was being hurt.

Meg:  Did you hear that?

Me:  I did. I wonder where it's coming from?

As we listened harder, I started to wonder if it really was a woman being hurt or if it was kids in a swimming pool nearby. You'd be amazed how many times I've wondered if I should call the police after hearing screams, only to hear a huge splash right after into a neighbor's pool.

As we approached our car, Meg said, "Look! Over there! That girl just fell out of that car and that guy threw all her stuff out on the ground. See? She's trying to pick it up."

I could see the scene she was referring to about 100 yards away. As we stared, straining to see if the girl was okay, we heard the guy yell, "Stop staring! Everyone has their problems!"

Oh boy.

By then our groceries were loaded, and Meg got in the car while I returned the cart to the holding area. The whole time I'm thinking I should call the police or something. It was then that another woman came to return her cart as well ...

Woman:  Did you hear that?

Me:  I did, and I'm wondering if that girl needs help.

Woman: I was wondering the same thing. Oh wait, she's getting back in the car and leaving with him!!

Me:  No way.

Woman:  Well, I guess all we can do now is pray for her.

Me:  Amen. For her safety and that she gets OUT of that relationship.

As I got into our car, Meg wanted to know what I was talking to that lady about.

Me:  We were talking about whether or not that girl needed our help, but then she got back in the car and left with that guy.

Meg:  That might give me nightmares tonight.

Me:  I pray you NEVER find yourself in a relationship like that, Megan. NO ONE deserves to be treated like that.

Meg:  Mom. I'm gonna be a NUN, remember? 

Me:  Oh yeah, that's right.

And after what I witnessed today, I couldn't be more thrilled with her choice.  And we're not even Catholic.