Crazy

I was getting ready for school this morning, putting on a dash of make-up, brushing my teeth, that sort of thing so I was all the way back in my bathroom. Mark was already at work and the kids were just playing throughout the house. I'd been back there longer than five minutes when Phoenix came in and said, "Mama, ahna mahn here." I freaked out. There's a man here? Where? Obviously there was a man at the door, but he hadn't rung the door bell. What kind of man stands at the door without ringing the doorbell? And why couldn't I hear Maggie talking? She's a talker. If there was a man at the door, she'd be talking his ear off and I'd certainly be able to hear her...unless he'd taken her! GOOD GRIEF AMIGHTY...all this passed through my mind in a split second and I yelled, "THERE'S A MAN HERE?????"
Phoenix looked at me like I'd lost and said, "No, Mama. I. Ahna. Tuhm. In. Here."
"Oh," I said. "You wanna come in here...with me? Okay, Phoenix. Come on in. Mama has to sit down a minute and remember how to breathe."
I'm so crazy sometimes.