Traumatizing events of the last week:

• Wiping brown goo off the bottom of my bare feet from what I thought was a leftover piece of Avery's banana on the kitchen floor, only to discover 10 minutes later that it was in fact the guts of a spider that I had unknowingly stepped on and squirted out onto my foot.    Traumatizing level: 4.5 out of 5

• Driving 80 mph to another World Market across town at 9:00 pm on a Saturday night so that I could purchase my other 4 chairs for my new kitchen table before my 25% off coupon expired and the store closed.   Traumatizing level:  4 out of 5. (Note: 1 bonus point for having to run into the store and the fear factor of not being able to get the chairs because the store would close before I got there, and -2 points for the faith promoting experience of the store remaining open past hours for me to buy the chairs before Sunday. 

• Listening to Izzy scream for 45 minutes straight on our drive home from the outlets.    Traumatizing level: 3 out of 5
  

• Walking into Avery's room after her nap to find her shirt drenched in blood from where she'd clawed at her surgery wound.  Traumatizing level: 5 out of 5

• Attempting the Pottery Barn, Crate and Barrel and Restoration Hardware outlets with all 3 of my children after a napless Saturday and an hour drive in the car.   Traumatizing level: 5 out of 5 (Note: 1 bonus point for the humiliation that ensued from them climbing all over the furniture and squealing with glee as they ran away from me and put their dirty sandals all over the pristine white couches.)