Godalmighty, am I exhausted. Thing 3 had a doctor’s appointment today far far away (about 70 miles) and of course things got a little hairy.
I was driving, which is not my strong suit (haven’t actually figured out what is), and she would.not.stop.talking.
Thing 3: So when I meet Katy Perry for the first time….
Me, thinking: The first time? The fuck. This kid.
Me: Sophie, can you please be quiet for a minute, Mommy is trying to drive.
Her: When I meet her I want to have a pen and paper so I can get her autograph and also…
Me: Sophia. I’m lost. Please just wait a minute.
Her: Katy Perry is my favorite singer and I HAVE TO HAVE A PEN!
Me: Child. Stop talking.
Her: *sniffles* You know you don’t have to use your ears to drive, right?
She wailed for like 10 minutes straight. I drove in circles, cursing under my breath. My GPS went from saying we were 11 minutes away to an hour and 34 minutes. It was tense.
She finally stopped crying and started right back up with Katy Perry this and Katy Damn Perry that and I just let her because I finally knew where I was. We made it to the appointment with time to spare. This worked out well because being the excellent parent we all know me to be, I put her in white shorts and then gave her Cheetos. So we had some time to try to remedy that disaster, but there was just no fixing it. She had orange hand prints all over her little self.
We also had time to talk about Mommy not being that good in traffic and how sometimes I just need quiet time so I can think, and she understood and it was sweet until she said that she was going to have to tell Daddy that I called another driver an idiot. Then she skipped away. I’m just glad I had the sense to say “idiot” instead of what I was thinking.