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I'm going to run away!

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

No, not me. Elle. She's decided that she's going to run away. She was upset about something last night when I picked her up from school. Her: I'm not going anywhere for dinner. Me: That's good. I'm not either. Her: I'm not eating dinner. Me: That's too bad. Nick is making Turkey Tacos tonight. Her: I'm going to run away. Me: OK. Where are you going to run away to? Her: Carolina. No Georgia. (Her grandma on her dad's side just moved to Georgia.) Me: How are you going to get there? Her: I'm going to walk. Me: All night? Her: Yes. Me: That's kind of far. We get home at this point. Her: I'm not coming inside. I'm going to run away now. Me: Well, don't you think you'd better come in and pack a bag first? Her: No, I'm just going now. Needless to say, she didn't end up running away. There were some tears, an apology from her, and then she ate the Turkey Tacos. I still don't know what she was upset over in the first place. I don't think she does either.

1/25/2006 12:02:00 PM :: ::
23 Comments:
  • At least she picked a warm place. Sometimes the day is so bad, you just want to go.

    I took off once and my parents did not even notice. I was in my barefeet and I figured they would come after me. Nope. Course I was like 16, but still they should have noticed I was gone. Don't ya think?

    By Anonymous Nancy, at 1/25/2006 12:58:00 PM

     


  • I remember when my oldest wanted to run away. He was 7 and in his jammies. He walked up the road as I watched looked at me and then came home, lol.

    I noticed you are in Plano, I use to live in "The Colony", now in GA.

    Here via Michele

    By Blogger Suz, at 1/25/2006 01:07:00 PM

     


  • What a cute story. I think I promised to run away many times. I think I just hung out in the backyard. I'm such a rebel.

    By Blogger Carnealian, at 1/25/2006 01:31:00 PM

     


  • Ugh, the old "I'm going to run away". My oldest threatened it when he was about 6. Got as far as the back deck, then just kinda went "Now what??"

    Elle's a girl though, so, good luck with that!

    By Anonymous abbynormal, at 1/25/2006 01:40:00 PM

     


  • Oh, that's so sad. I don't know why I think that's sad. I remember when I was little I always had plans to run away, start a new life. You know, all those things you can do when your NINE.

    By Blogger Jolynn, at 1/25/2006 02:06:00 PM

     


  • I've had a few of those days lately.

    By Blogger UziCue, at 1/25/2006 02:45:00 PM

     


  • I wanna run away too. Tell her I'll see her in Georgia :P

    By Blogger Coyote Mike, at 1/25/2006 03:41:00 PM

     


  • You know you're going to have to make Nick a guest blogger so he can post the Turkey Tacos recipe.

    And when did that man stop eating things that moo?? Damn, married life has changed you, buddy! ;)

    By Blogger JustCara, at 1/25/2006 04:56:00 PM

     


  • Sounds like Elle just needed some TLC from Mom. Hope everything worked out.
    I ran away when I was about six. I hid in the bushes three houses down the street from mine. My Dad found me, threw me over his shoulder and carried me home. I don't think I got Turkey Tacos though.
    I'd forgotten all about that.

    ~m

    By Blogger michaelm, at 1/25/2006 08:26:00 PM

     


  • i have days i feel like that too. you wonder what goes on at school to make them feel like that, it's not easy.

    By Blogger Better Safe Than Sorry, at 1/25/2006 08:49:00 PM

     


  • aww, give her a big hug and a kiss from her nana!
    i still have days where i just want to run away, and i dont even live with either of my parents anymore. haha. but days when i just want to get in my car, and leave. she probably just had a rough day, but i would suggest trying to figure out why. love, sis

    By Anonymous Brittany, at 1/25/2006 11:39:00 PM

     


  • awww bless. as you get older you realise that running away wont actually solve anything though. seems like a good idea sometimes tho

    By Blogger The Toothfairy, at 1/26/2006 03:27:00 AM

     


  • Must be hard for you and any parent when kids throw a wobbly and cause worry but I think most kiddies threaten or think about it.. I did I think, can't remember, I know I threw tantrums, can't remember actually packing my bag though. I once threatened to throw a brick at my parents in their car when I was about 4ish, that's the worst memory I have of being a spoilt brat and not wanting to do something, feel feel a sense of guilt about it now, don't know if my mum and dad would remember, maybe i'll ask them...i'm an only child say no more. I do think I have an unconscious chip on my shoulder for not really getting into enough scrapes when i was a tot, friends meant the world i hated losing anyone... ooh god I sound so insecure.... glad i've wised up a bit since ;-) Don't know if you really wanted to read this dribble but you stirred it in me

    By Blogger The Wisdom of Wislon, at 1/26/2006 04:58:00 AM

     


  • When my oldest (now 19) was small (around 5) we let her run away. She would pack her bag and her father would follow her in the car. She'd get about a city block length down our dirt road and decide she should probably get in the car and go back home. Thanks for visiting over at my place.

    By Anonymous Angie, at 1/26/2006 05:57:00 AM

     


  • She is female, isn't she... ;)

    By Blogger FTS, at 1/26/2006 09:24:00 AM

     


  • A friend of mine once said to me, "You can't put just anything in a tortilla and call it a burrito. He said this when American Airlines gave us our in flight meal. It was a tortilla filled with roast beef and Swiss cheese, they called it a burrito. I knew better. Growing up on the border had many draw backs, but I did develop a taste and abiding love for Mexican food. Not Tex-Mex or any other variation on the theme, real, cooked in the kitchen of the vejita down the street, floating in grease, hot as hell Mexican food. Sadly, I'm am miles away from any decent enchiladas. Turkey Tacos fall into the same category as the aforementioned burrito. Though, it doesn't matter what you put in a taco shell, because it will never be a real taco as long as it's in a taco shell.

    By Blogger An Observer, at 1/26/2006 09:39:00 AM

     


  • Gosh, I have so many days where I want to run away! Wonder what happened? Sounds like you were understanding and somehow made it all better. That is what mom's do best!

    By Blogger mommy d, at 1/26/2006 01:00:00 PM

     


  • I used to run away all the time ;) I'd always pack a suitcase with a picture of the fam and something to eat. And I was always back by dark.

    By Blogger poopie, at 1/26/2006 03:04:00 PM

     


  • I hope it was nothing deeper than being young and emotional.

    I tried to run away when I was 8. My mom helped me pack. Gave me a grocery sack with some clothes, bananas, and apples. I took my bunny, named Mouse with me. I walked to the end of our road, stood there and cried for what seemed like forever. My mom walked out and led me back home. Told me I couldn't ever leave her like that again. Now we look back and laugh, and I am sure you will too.

    By Anonymous Crys, at 1/26/2006 04:16:00 PM

     


  • Aww the poor thing. I hope she got whatever it was out of her system. They're just pitiful when they're being pitiful!

    By Blogger Leanne, at 1/26/2006 11:41:00 PM

     


  • poor baby. It would help to know she's not alone! I'm 44 and I wanted to run away from my family last night too. lol
    (don't take this seriously, i love the kiddo's. but last night... arrrrrrrgh!)

    By Anonymous Laura, at 1/27/2006 07:03:00 AM

     


  • poor baby. It would help to know she's not alone! I'm 44 and I wanted to run away from my family last night too. lol
    (don't take this seriously, i love the kiddo's. but last night... arrrrrrrgh!)

    By Anonymous Laura, at 1/27/2006 07:03:00 AM

     


  • Wow that is a tough one. I hope you are able to make some progress with your daughter. Get help, professional or spiritual whatever works best for you and her. The new marriage and the divorce preceding it are incredible changes for children of any age. It seems like she may need a personal day for just you and her alone to discuss things and be together. Good Luck.

    By Blogger mman, at 2/06/2006 12:51:00 PM

     


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