I will be the first to admit, I can be a pill. My mind is a constantly spinning hamster wheel of worry and over-analyzing every aspect of life. Most of my family and friends know this about me and roll with it. Some of these people even suffer from the same affliction and we are able to bond over the nonsense and compare notes.
My daughter just turned 18. Wow. She is officially an adult. This occupies a good chunk of the crazy scenarios filling my brain. My ability to protect her is becoming less and less. She also needs me less and less. This is a very hard thing for me to accept.
Now that she is away at school, she relies on me for very little. When I get an occasional call for help, I’m overjoyed. I got such a call recently. She needed a special book for her piano class and asked me to buy it for her from Amazon and just have it shipped to school. I was on it! She got the book two days later and just like that, I felt useful again.
I went on about my life.
A couple of weeks later I went on a trip to the beach with my parents. I’m very prone to motion sickness. On the way home from the trip, I realized I was dangerously low on my Nauzene nausea medication. I quickly pulled up Amazon and placed an order. While ordering the Nauzene I also saw a book I had heard good things about on the topic of anxiety. I added it to my cart as well and proceeded to the checkout.
Meanwhile, back in Kentucky my daughter was going through midterms and was overwhelmed AF. She and her friends were all venting about their stress levels. Understandable. About this time, Josie received a notice she had a package to pick up at the university post office. She picked it up and then went to have lunch with her friends. She opened the package in front of her peeps. Imagine her surprise to find two boxes of Nauzene and a book about anxiety. Oops. I may have forgotten to change the address back to my home address on Amazon.
At this point, her friends became concerned she really was in bad shape since her mom had sent her nausea medicine and a book on anxiety. Josie was also concerned. She also thought I was really worried about her. She came home that weekend and eventually asked me about the book and the meds and assured me she was fine. I immediately started cracking up as I realized what had happened. She did not find it nearly as funny as me, seeing as how her friends might have been planning an intervention. Sorry about that.
I went into my Amazon account and fixed the shipping address. I thought it was all good. Well, guess again. It also changed my automatic ship stuff to Josie’s address, which I did not realize. Why, Amazon? Why!
Fast forward a couple of weeks. I get a text from Josie asking if I sent her a package. I had not. I told her maybe it was from her grandparents. She went to the post office to find a very large box with her name on it. She texted me again, “Are you sure you didn’t send me something?” I said, “Positive.” Mind you, the entire time I was having this text conversation with Josie, I was looking out my front window for the UPS man wondering where the fuck he was with my 30-pound bag of dog food.
Yeah. It was at school with Josie’s name on it. To say she was less than amused was a huge understatement. She did manage to sweet-talk the postal worker into letting her leave it there rather than trying to carry it back to her dorm.
As luck would have it, her dad was going to be at her school for a meeting the very next week. He found her, and together they got the dog food.
I think I now have all the shipping addresses corrected. Amazon’s system is a real pain in the ass. She did get a box of bougie granola bars a week later that was meant for her dad, but informed us, “I’m keeping those fuckers.” Fair enough.
I know it is not easy being my kid. I’m wacky AF. I appreciate she keeps me around and asks for my help every now and then—even when she knows crazy may ensue.
Angela Traver
What is this blog about? Well, it's a general blog, but it is also a very specific blog. If you get that reference, you get a gold star! I have been a public relations professional and writer of press releases for more than 20 years—primarily in the booze biz. I decided to do some writing for fun and embrace the humor that gets me through most days. Hopefully it will make you chuckle—or at least smile. I’m a certified crazy magnet, and more than a little nutty myself, so buckle up. Also, I have two vices—profanity and red wine/whiskey. You’ve been warned. It should also be noted, that I’m a HUGE Bob & Sheri fan. I’ve been a listener for more than 20 years. This opportunity is a dream come true and it may have made me cry. That being said, I cry at everything. If you are into booze, dogs, food and/or knitting, hit me up on Instagram, Facebook or Twitter (although I’m terrible at Twitter and it scares me) @kyspiritsgal. You can also find all my previous blog posts at www.kyspiritsgal.com.
