So, it would appear that I have forgotten how to open a door on my own.

This is what happens when you have a gentleman for a husband and six boys who are following his lead.

My daughter pointed out to me a few months ago that I always wait for her to open doors for me when just the two of us are out together and since then I’ve been attempting to re-learn door-opening and failing miserably, apparently. It seems as though it’s becoming more of a problem because I went shopping last weekend with my friend and when I stopped at the door she opened it for me and then hit me and said that she couldn’t believe that I made her open the door for me and we laughed but I still felt bad about it because how much more entitled can a person get? Even the most self-centered teenager has no problem opening her own door. Who in the world do I think I am? And I made a mental note to not ever do that again ever. And I stuck with that resolution until we went shopping again the next day.

My friend (laughing): Okay Princess, this is it! I’m never opening a door for you again!

Then later when we were making a grocery shopping list for our husbands because they were going to Walmart, she wrote the list like this:

Milk
French vanilla coffee creamer for the Princess
French bread
Spaghetti sauce
The princess requests a bottle of soda

And my husband has taken to calling me princess now because it’s just so funny apparently but really, none of these people have any idea what kind of monster they’re in danger of creating.

For the record, however, my daughter and I went to the fabric store on Wednesday and I totally opened the door myself because I momentarily forgot that I’m royalty. Kait was impressed and I was quite proud of myself. I’ll try not to let it go to my head.

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