How was your weekend? Yesterday afternoon my girls and I went to the mall. I hate crowds. I hate shopping. But they had been very good this week and A1 in particular has been begging me to bring her there since we moved to this area. So we packed up and went on a drizzly Saturday afternoon. Aaack! There must have been nothing else going on yesterday because I swear that everyone in Vancouver was packed into Westfield Town Center. And what’s worse is that everybody seemed to be grumpy and impatient. We browsed, looked at the animals in the pet store and scouted out where things were for future reference. Pride in my new-found tolerance of crowds bolstered my confidence so we went into a book store in search of “Who Took the Farmer‘s Hat?”. Apparently this was one stop too many. Composure be damned, I started to hyperventilate and felt an anxiety attack coming on. I latched on to any available appendage on my girls and made a dash for the door. Once outside my breathing returned to normal. And after sitting in the van and drinking some water we were able to drive safely. To alleviate some of the girls’ disappointment they all got a dipped ice cream cone on the way home. It made them feel better and it eased some of the mommy guilt too. Before that rather public display of human frailty I did pick up a daily calendar for 75% off.
Now let me share something with you about my family. They possess warped senses of humor. And in their pursuit of entertainment I often become the target of practical jokes, etc. What could possibly be funny about scaring the wits out of a middle-aged, high strung woman? I’m an easy mark, not much of a challenge. In addition, at some point the fact that I prepare all of their meals and wash all of their clothes should be taken into consideration by these “comedians”. So, should this…
appear again under my pillow, in my shoes or in a dark corner then I may have to take revenge. This may not look scary or real now, but when the room is dark it’s a friggin’ nightmare. Some of you may recall the Quiz I had last year as part of a contest where I divulged my arachnophobia. I never could, nor would I be a guest on Fear Factor.
Now it’s off to start dinner and prepare for the work week. I hope to stay awake long enough to watch the new episode of Battlestar Galactica tonight. Cheers.