I love all of my followers and appreciate all of your comments. I try to read you all each day. However, at work, we have dinosaur computers that don't like when I open some of your blogs. Some make my 'puter crash. When I get home at night, I try to get caught up with as many of you as I can. Please understand sometimes that is nearly impossible, since all of you rock!
For my new followers I just don't want anyone to think I am the type of person to post and post and never comment. For my faithfuls, I appreciate your understanding and just know I try!
A while back, I had a very stressful couple of days. My then 16 year old son asked me to buy condoms for him. I said, "but you are only 4 years old! You don't even know what a condom is much less what to use it for other than water balloons!" I get a rolling of the eyes followed by "Mooooooooooooom" Now I am proud that my kids can come to me for anything, but THIS? That's why you go to dad, to get high fives and way to go's and all that testosterone induced grunting. I called my mom for advice, of course she laughed cause that's what moms do. I tracked down my best friend who was on the football field with her 13 year old son who had already lost his virginity (sigh he was 2 when I met them). She understood though. She said I should make HIM buy them. So I called him and told him if he wanted them he was going to have to buy them and I didn't want to know. I also told him despite what he thought, he was NOT Magnum size. So he bought them. As far as I know he has not used them and is still a virgin. Hands over ears ~LALALLALAALA~ shut up, I'm NOT naive, just hopeful.
After my initial shock and acceptance, I was anxious.. So after work the next day, I was sitting on the couch watching TV.. I was antsy. I jumped up, grabbed my keys and left. I didn't know where I was going, I just had to GO.. ya know? I ended up at Bed, Bath and Beyond where I spent $250. Then to Ross, another $75, then to Old Navy, grand total there $0.56 (I had a $50 gift card that I kept forgetting about.)
It was weird, but I felt SO much better. When I called my S-I-L who knew what was going on, she described my actions as "Retail Therapy". I didn't really know it had a name. It all makes sense now. I'm glad this therapy exists