I am in a funk. It has nothing to do with not finding Ryan Gosling in Skaneatles. Hormones are partially to blame along with receiving some really sad news. I just needed to spend a day in bed. That is impossible when you have three kids. My daughter was up at 7 a.m. this morning. The rest of my family, having stayed up late watching a movie slept until 11 a.m. (Can you even imagine how awesome that would be?) My daughter dosed off on the couch around 10:30. I was about to nap with her when my phone started blowing up. It wasn’t actually blowing up. That’s what the cool kids say when they get a lot of calls. Isn’t that gnarly? What? They don’t say gnarly anymore? I give up. Anyway, my mother, son and husband were calling me. My husband and son were (Wait for it) UPSTAIRS. My 6-year-old woke up, realized I wasn’t in my bed and sounded the alarm. “Dad, I can’t find Mom anywhere.” My husband, assuming our child looked beyond one room, advised him to call grandma. Perhaps I went there? Now, my Mom was worried. She sent a text:
Let’s pause for a moment to digest the ridiculousness of the situation. Heaven forbid I go anywhere without leaving a detailed note and a map. Our house isn’t that big. They could have just yelled my name. I suppose I should be grateful they didn’t call 911. The neighbors would really have something to gossip about.
Anyway, I needed a pick me up today. Since doing Meth is frowned upon I logged on to AwkwardFamilyPhotos.com. The s*** on this site always makes me laugh and it doesn’t rot your teeth. Here are a few of my favorites:
(Pics courtesy: AwkwardFamilyPhotos.com)