Just Funny

My mom and I do not have the best communication between her running a store and me running a circus. In addition, she never knows where her cell phone is and if she does it usually isn't charged. I end up having to call everybody but the police to track her down. She needs help. Lots of help. Our most productive conversations take place at midnight.

This is a Facebook conversation we had the other day:

Me: Dear Mom, Hayden and Hudson would love to play with you and I would love to take a nap. Feel free to come see us anytime. Okay thanks. Bye.

Mom: What no phone call, just a Dear Mom letter. I miss them too. I'm sure I will work something out soon!

Me: Sadly, it is much easier to communicate with you on the world wide web. They say you should admit you have a problem. Hello, my name is Lindsey and some days I want to bang my head against the wall while working with a teething 6 month old and a 2.5 year old who appears to be jacked up on mountain dew...only there's no mountain dew. The end.

Then she called me. I win.

These are the days of our lives...