So, I was sitting with a herd of moms today at a homeschool park day, when the topic of whether we encourage our children to be flexible or not arose. I had said something about intentionally not telling my children what I was planning or not planning on doing on the weekends (because I do not want to nagged to death). This brought me to the place where funny lives. I told the feral mamas, "Sometimes, I don't even know where I am going. My husband will call and ask me where I am and I tell him that I do not know, because I don't. Once I was totally lost and ended up in the foothills of the mountains at a Russian U-pick (which was super tasty) and I just started back in a direction that felt right (you know, like in my bones). I eventually came upon a yard sale. After choosing a few items for purchase, I asked the yard-sale-havers if they knew where we were and how I might go about getting back to the highway. A week after that I happened to stop at another yard sale (I do love them so) and my 3 y/o asked me if we were lost."
The feisty ladies said, "You should have a GPS." "I hate the GPS, with it nagging ways and sultry, hussy voice, intruding into my life, bossing me around." There. Now you know. Don't try to lie. I know you hate her too.
