The Sweet Husband

Mama isn't Normal

What a fun day FB has been, discussing craziness and southern accents with my nieces, naturally it made me think of a story.
When my youngest child was in about the 2nd grade, she came home from school and told me that one of her friends had said that I was not a normal mom and she wanted me to start acting normal.
It hurt my feelings, but I was kind, and just asked her what was I doing that wasn't normal, and how did the little girl know I was doing whatever it was in a way her mom didn't do it.She didn't know.
Hmmm, I need more information, tomorrow, you ask her.
That night, I tell the sweet husband about it and am almost in tears, the only way this kid could know I was doing something wrong was if my baby told her and I didn't want her to think I wasn't normal.
The SH says, she said you aren't normal, not that you did something wrong, and I think normal is way overrated, you need to stay your abnormal little self, cause if you wake up one morning normal, you will tell me to hit the road , and we don't want that to happen.

Every day for at least a week, I did everything I could think of that was normal. I baked cookies, I fixed all of their favorite foods, now I didn't go so far as to do that stacked up pile of laundry, but I was trying as hard as a Wooten can try to be normal, and every day I asked her if she found out why this little heathen at her school thinks I am not normal, although I didn't call the girl that to my child. Every evening it was the same thing, I forgot, I will do it tomorrow. Every night, when the SH came in from work, he would look at dinner and say, she didn't find out again today, thank God.

Finally, after seeing me go crazy for the week, the SH asked the daughter what the deal was all about, she tells him, I asked her the first day daddy, she don't know why she said that but I like cookies and we had fried potatoes a lot.