After yesterdays post, more than a few of you inquired as to why I might take my cereal bowl with me to investigate a possible break in.
And I’d like to offer an explanation.
I can’t really.
But I’d like to, nonetheless.
At first you might think that I’d be afraid to leave perfectly good food at the table because the heathens that I live with might eat it. However, that is not the case since I’m the only inhabitant here who will touch a delicious bowl of oatmeal. Or as it is known to the others, gruel.
I think a more plausible explanation could be that 2/3 of my children are sick, and I was subconsciously afraid that one or two of them would sneeze into my porridge. And neglect to alert me.
In the interest of full disclosure, I thought I should tell you that the story did continue after Fiddledaddy really left for the gym.
We settled into our morning routine, which in fact, was not routine at all because of all the coughing, gagging, sneezing, and general whining afforded by a house filled with sick offspring.
At some point I had to break down and blend myself a coffee drink. This is something I do most every morning, but on this particular day it was even more deserved than usual.
With a nice tall tumbler of mocha coffee drink in hand, I wandered out to the garage to take note of later snacking opportunities in the garage freezer. As I turned the knob to go out to where the freezer is housed, someone pulled the door open at the same time.
Giving me heart failure. And causing me to lose my balance.
I jumped a good 5 feet into the air, and crumpled against the side of the freezer. And yet, miraculously, I neither cursed nor spilled a drop of coffee drink. Fiddledaddy quipped, “You’re a little jumpy today, aren’t you?” (And btw, he almost NEVER enters the house through the garage.)
I totally ROCK during emergencies. Both real and perceived.
And then I did what any loving christian wife would do. I punched him in the throat. With my free hand.
Not really. But I may have thought about it.
Fiddledaddy would argue that I ingest too much caffeine.
I would beg to differ. And I’ll be sure to debate the point thoroughly. Right after I drink a glass of iced tea.
And the twitching subsides.