Somebody get my mom...

So, wonderful day today, sun shining, birds chirping, fall...falling...and people stealing my identity! I wouldn't even know how someone could be using my credit card without them having the physical card, which was sitting contently losing it's signature in my leather wallet. I got the news from my credit card company when I took a break in my block class, so it was like: class, mental breakdown, more class. The worst part of the whole debacle is the fact that my mom is thousand of miles away enjoying the beginning of her trip. It's a true mark of growing up when you realize you can't call your parents and vent anymore. And this? Is coming from ME. The Queen of DIY. I'm pretty sure the day I left the womb I was warring the world with my independence. As soon as I gained mobility I was ruling my kingdom of Nord on Stroms with a two-year-old's battle cry of "MIIIIINNNNE!". I even taught myself to read at 4 because I wanted to do it myself instead of my dad doing it for me. And yet, here I am 20 years-old and I can't even get through a credit card fraud without anxiously reaching for my cell and thinking to call my mom. It just goes to show how dependent on my mom I truly am, I may be able to live on my own, have my own (albeit small) income, but when things get rough I still want to run to her and fix the boo-boo...that's right, I said boo-boo.