by Debbie Farmer
After raising children all these years I’ve noticed a basic universal truth: Mothers will do extraordinary strange things, that no sane childless person would ever consider doing.
And I’m not talking about things like walking over burning coals in barefeet or wiping off a dirty face with spit. Oh, nooooo. Don’t I wish.
For instance, things like searching through a local department store for an imaginary person: