A little over a week ago, Chris and I put our beautiful children in their car seats, kissed their downy soft heads, tweaked their little button noses...and left them shackled there for 31 hours while we drove to Iowa.
Seven hours into it, we knew we'd made a huge mistake. But, in typical Chandler/Davis fashion, we forged ahead into our own stupidity.
To those of you that called us insane when you heard of our plans, I can only ask why you didn't do more? Why didn't you resort to physical violence? Egging our house? Slashing our tires?
You stood there and said I was crazy for wanting to go on a long road trip with toddlers...and then you went home to your loved ones, laid in your cozy bed that night and foolishly thought that you'd done enough.
Well it wasn't enough!!!
You should have begged, pleaded! Would it have killed you to scream at me a little. Maybe slap my face a couple of times?
Perhaps you could have shown me the scars from the self-inflicted wounds you obtained on your own trips. You could have confessed your death wishes, your hallucinations. You could have described for me the deep, clawing, all-consuming HORROR that it turned out to be.
Perhaps then, after all that, I might have changed my mind.
But no, you called me crazy and left it at that.
How do you sleep at night, you sickos?
And to the one person who told me it was a good idea (you know who you are), all I can say is....start sleeping with one eye open. Because I have two sets of vomit covered pajamas that might "accidentally" end up under your pillow one night.
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1 comment:
When did you get a dog?
Was I that "one person"...I don't recall ever telling you it was "good" idea...I just said it wasn't THAT bad. But again--we have FOUR children... I rest my case.
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