The other day I was doing some work on the computer, and by work I mean blogging and facebook. You bloggers back me up here. Blogging is work, you have to find time to write your post, make connections all while trying keep up w/ house, kids, spouses, etc. It’s work I tell ya!!!

Facebook, not so much, but it’s fun so whatever.

I am doing work on the computer when Vinnie (the infamous 11 yr old) ask if I have any gum.

“It’s in my purse, give me a second and I will get it for you”

Yeah, right.

“No mom, it’s fine, I will get it, see your purse is right here.”

Why do I even bother wasting my breath anymore?

My back is towards him as I am typing away. I can here him empty the contents of my purse all over the floor while trying to find a piece of gum.

“Hey Mom, what’s this?”

There he is. Holding one of my perfectly folded maxi pads, in the cool neon colors, that I keep in my secret compartment of my purse for those unexpected surprises.

“It’s for my period Vinnie, put it away and…..”

“OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, GROSS MOM GROSS,OH MY GOD AND I TOUCHED IT,OH MY GOD”

“Ummm, it’s not like it is used or anything”

“GROSS MOM, I NEED THERAPY NOW”

“Then just stay out of my purse!!”

Enter the girls.

Of course because it sounds like I am beating him, the girls come running to see what’s going on.

Little Gracie innocently ask, with the slightest bit of concern.

“What’s wrong with Vinnie?”

*sigh*

“He is just being dramatic”

“MOM HAS A BUTT PILLOW IN HER PURSE!”

Oy!

He is lucky he did not find my vodka!