Karen Kilgariff

It's never. You're never. No, no, no.

It's never. You're never. No, no, no.

The better, the more you have, the more you, the more, the better you get at it. What's the one is too many. A thousand isn't enough. Like, come on.

The better, the more you have, the more you, the more, the better you get at it. What's the one is too many. A thousand isn't enough. Like, come on.

Okay. We would be home before dark. If they needed anything, Carly had a device she could text us from and we still had a home phone. Everything's fine. Great. I'm a rather forgetful person and I'm always leaving things behind, especially my phone. I realized after we got to the restaurant that I had left my phone at home, but my husband had his, so no big deal, right?

Okay. We would be home before dark. If they needed anything, Carly had a device she could text us from and we still had a home phone. Everything's fine. Great. I'm a rather forgetful person and I'm always leaving things behind, especially my phone. I realized after we got to the restaurant that I had left my phone at home, but my husband had his, so no big deal, right?

And at this point, you'd have the husband text the daughter and be like, yo, text me if anything comes up, right?

And at this point, you'd have the husband text the daughter and be like, yo, text me if anything comes up, right?

Yeah. They didn't do that.

Yeah. They didn't do that.

That sounds so good.

That sounds so good.

It's like, where's my Long Island iced tea? I don't care about anything else. I have one hour to party out of my way. We ordered some munchies, potato skins, and had a couple of rounds of drinks with my husband as designated driver. We were all having fun and of course completely lost track of time. Just before 10, my husband got a text message from Carly asking when we were coming home.

It's like, where's my Long Island iced tea? I don't care about anything else. I have one hour to party out of my way. We ordered some munchies, potato skins, and had a couple of rounds of drinks with my husband as designated driver. We were all having fun and of course completely lost track of time. Just before 10, my husband got a text message from Carly asking when we were coming home.

He said we were on our way and we rushed back home. We felt guilty about being gone so long, but it got so much worse when I picked up my phone at home and saw a series of missed calls and texts from her like, when are you coming home? Should I put Julia to bed? I put Julia to bed. Are you guys coming home? Of course, she sent all of these to me before she bothered to text or call her dad.

He said we were on our way and we rushed back home. We felt guilty about being gone so long, but it got so much worse when I picked up my phone at home and saw a series of missed calls and texts from her like, when are you coming home? Should I put Julia to bed? I put Julia to bed. Are you guys coming home? Of course, she sent all of these to me before she bothered to text or call her dad.

Of course. Yeah. Then Carly told us how she and Julia climbed into Carly's bed to read some stories and there was a spider in her bed. That might not sound like much of a problem, but I have unfortunately passed my arachnophobia to my daughters. So that is a big deal. So she had to kill a spider in her own bed, no doubt with five-year-old Julia screaming the whole time.

Of course. Yeah. Then Carly told us how she and Julia climbed into Carly's bed to read some stories and there was a spider in her bed. That might not sound like much of a problem, but I have unfortunately passed my arachnophobia to my daughters. So that is a big deal. So she had to kill a spider in her own bed, no doubt with five-year-old Julia screaming the whole time.

Needless to say, I felt like the worst mom ever. Actually, we felt so bad that after I overpaid her for babysitting, both of my brothers paid her too. She made over $60 in those three traumatic hours. Yes, girl. So it wasn't for nothing. That's right. That's all that matters if you can get a little money for the trauma. Like acknowledge my trauma monetarily. That's all we're asking for.

Needless to say, I felt like the worst mom ever. Actually, we felt so bad that after I overpaid her for babysitting, both of my brothers paid her too. She made over $60 in those three traumatic hours. Yes, girl. So it wasn't for nothing. That's right. That's all that matters if you can get a little money for the trauma. Like acknowledge my trauma monetarily. That's all we're asking for.