When We Can’t Stop Hurting Ourselves…

The other night my daughter came and found me long after she should have been asleep. I was watching TV and just about to get ready for bed when I heard, “Mom?”

I know you understand what I mean when I say that my stomach sank a bit, as it always does when one of my kids is out of bed when they shouldn’t be.

Conjuring up an extra measure of patience, I said, “Yes, sweetie?”

“Mom, my finger hurts whenever I do this.”

She then proceeded to bend her finger into a weird, unnatural shape, which made my entire hand start to hurt just watching, and she winced in pain.

“Umm…yeah, honey, I’m pretty sure my finger would hurt if I did that, too. So why don’t you just not bend your finger that way and we’ll call it a day, ok? Sound good?”

You’d have been proud of how cool I played it even though I was ready to throttle her from here to next year for not having gone to sleep yet…TO KEEP READING, CLICK HERE TO VISIT FEELFREETOLAUGH.COM.