The day I lost my flippin' mind

It started off as a typical weekend day.

I slept in.
I had my cup of coffee.
Checked on the girls, they were being typical as well.
One on the couch watching TV, one on the computer watching You Tube.

I made our bed. Coach left a few hours earlier for softball practice.



I went out to the back yard and fiddled with my compost.
I found several ant piles en route and went back and treated them.

I cleaned the guest bathroom.

I sent the girls to their rooms to clean.

I took the dogs out to the driveway to run a bit.

That was right before I started to lose my mind.



I heard something down the street. I knew what I heard. But I was not sure it was real.

It was a sound that I had not heard in a hundred years.

My heart started beating fast.

I was getting a weird feeling in my head. In my hands and feet too.


It was not right. I was losing it.



I had to get the girls' attention.
I could not even be bothered with going back into the garage, through the mudroom door to get them. I needed them NOW.

I started calling for them from the yard. Lo.....Linds!!!!!

I ran to Lindsay's window and started banging, screaming her name. LINDSAY!!!!

The dogs looked at me like I was a crazy person. And I was.

Linds pulled the blinds back and looked at me like I was a crazy person. Because I was.

I screamed to her through the window:

THE ICE CREAM MAN IS COMING!!!!!!

She pursed her lips and said: You are lying.

I screamed through the window:
No, I am not, he is really coming...he is coming down the street!!!


Get out here NOOOOOOWWWW!!!

In a flash, she came out the garage with my wallet in hand.

I suppose she believed me now.

Then, I looked at her and remembered her Sister had been fooling around with a flute earlier...maybe that was what I was hearing. Was I overreacting?
Am I really hearing the ice cream truck???

I asked Linds this...she said she can hear it too.



She started jogging down the driveway and then stopped....

This is when she realized she still had on her Hello Kitty boxer shorts and decided to change.

I almost lost it then.... I shouted: THERE IS NO TIME FOR CHANGING!!!!!

She ran back into the house.



I just knew she was going to miss this golden opportunity.


It was as if I had injected with a shot of adrenaline. I was a crazy person.

I started yelling into the house....Run Run, Hurry up, Run Linds, HUUUUURRYYY !!!!!!
By now Lauren came out and looked at me like a crazy person too.

I said to Lo:
Hurry and run down to the street and get an ice cream.
The ice cream man is commmmmmming!!!


She Just stared at me, kinda scared at this point. She did not want to go.


Lindsay came out and I could just see the front of the ice cream VAN coming into view.


I told her to run down there before it passes byyyyy !!!

You would have thought the ice cream man was giving away money, or even baby dolphins the way I reacted to his arrival...

She Ran down opened the gate and met the ice cream man in the street.


I had such a huge grin on my face by now, but my blood pressure was still very high.

I ran into the house for the camera. Knowing that this may never happen again.

The person driving the van saw me taking the pictures and most likely thought I was a crazy person too.

That is ok. I am alright with being a crazy person by now.

Lindsay came back in and we had a good 15 minute laugh about the whole thing.

I came to my senses and realized what a kook I am. This made me laugh all the more....


You see, we don't ever have an ice cream truck here. We live in a semi-rural area.

They just don't come around.
Or, if they do, we may be inside and we would never hear them coming.


Later on, after the incident Lauren said she thought someone was breaking into the house and I was telling Lindsay to run for her life.

Lindsay told me that the neighbors must think that I am insane.

She said I made it sound like someone was chasing her down the street with a knife.

Because I was telling her to run run run.


I explained to the kids that as a child we had the icecream truck coming by all the time...we could hear it blocks away. Of course we could not hear our parents in the next room telling us to do something, but that truck...that truck was music to our ears.


Then it dawned on me. I wanted an ice cream and in all the craziness, I did not get one.


I called Jeff and asked him to pick me up a push-up pop on his way home.
He did. No questions asked. (that is a good husband)

If there was ever a thought that I was a normal person, well that is out the window with this little incident.

What makes you go loco?