What day you might ask?
Well, the day her crazy mother told her she could go to the 12:00am (as in midnight) showing of the new Harry Potter movie.
One of her best friends mom's bought tickets and was going to take them. Now, I shouldn't really be worried. She is in the best of hands.
This mom, Kathy, happens to be one of my best friends (isn't that cute?) and also happens to be married to Brad, who married Dave and I over two decades ago.
So, what am I worried about? She is with the minister's wife for heaven's sake. What is going to happen?
I don't really know. All I do know is that the movie will start in 30 minutes (they have been waiting in line for good seats since 9:00pm) and I really want to go to bed.
However, I am not sure I can sleep knowing my 11 year old daughter is out and about at this time of night. The neurotic mother inside of me will not allow it.
How am I ever going to survive the teen years?
I am off now to take a Tylenol PM and tell my self to stop worrying. She will be fine. Her father isn't worried. He's sleeping just fine.
Thanks for listening.
As a reward here is a pic of the kids I took yesterday all scrunched into the playhouse. The kids were helping Paige pick flowers and she was busy looking at her pretty treasures and refused to look up for the picture. My garden may not survive all her gentle care. lol.