I'm usually a really good sport for anything my high school girls suggest or do on their late-night excursions. I've woken up to forks in the yard, frosted flakes on the front walk-way, a newly washed car covered in window paint, and multiple ding-dong ditches. I've handled random drop-ins, a break-in and photo-op in my old basement, and my current basement being turned into a skating rink. Most of those have been fun or at least gotten a laugh out of me.
Last night was the exception...It's 10 pm and my husband is already asleep. I've decided to start the week off right by going to bed early too. I'm making my way through the house turning off lights and locking doors. As I pass the front door I remember something I forgot to get out of my car. So I quickly scurry down the front walk. I grab my car's door handle and yank only to discover my finger tips slipping due to an abundance of perfectly-placed petroleum jelly. And I'm immediately angry!
Many phone calls later to the suspected perpetrators and other possible victims, I'm still mad. Instead of calming down I'm just getting more riled up by the one girl who is refusing to answer my phone calls yet continues to text telling me I'm being ridiculous! Am I allowed to call Moms!?! But thankfully the two other girls were nice and eventually apologized while making sure I knew about the Vaseline on my windshield wipers...Ooh goodness.
Confession: I woke up still mad about it this morning!
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