Bleary-eyed, after a much-too-late night spent watching the Oscars, I woke up to quickly hop in the shower. I emerged from the shower all clean and relaxed only to practically have a heart attack because a 4-year-old was almost literally attached to the other side of the shower door. I then spent approximately 1 minute mentally pleading with God to get me to the stage where I’d be able to take a quick shower alone.
I shimmied into my unmentionables and scampered to get the hair dryer out. As I fired it up, I noticed that someone else in the bathroom probably just had a heart attack too. Behold:
I mean, if I were a Ladybug, I don’t think I’d be very happy that A) I was trapped inside of a house, in a bathroom no less, or B) that someone had just blared an ear-splitting (do Ladybugs have ears?) sound so close to me. In that moment, she didn’t need her wings. I was probably levitating her with the sound vibrations. Poor thing.
And then, to make matters even worse, Sweetgirl spied her. Oh dear.
Much chasing ensued. I was still in my skivvies. Sweetgirl was chasing the Ladybug around the bathroom. I kept trying to catch the Ladybug to get her out of there and set her free. It was a comedy of errors in a 5 X 7 space. At Far Too Early o’clock in the morning.
I’m sad to report that in my efforts to “rescue” the Ladybug, I accidentally shooed her too close to the sink drain and down she went.
Then, it was time to explain to a stricken almost-five-year-old that maybe she would fly all the way down and out into the brisk winter air and find her family.
But she probably just had a heart attack.
I blame it on the Oscars.
Poor little bug. 🙂 Insects and spiders don’t stand a chance in our house. I will try to set a ladybug free, but any of the other kinds? MmmMmmn. They get…well, they meet their maker. That’s what.
Christina – that just seals it. BFF’s forever, kay?
Haaa love that!! I too have done that too the poor lady bug!!!
I’m glad to know I’m not alone. Remind me to write about the time, in college, when I accidentally sent my Goldfish, Abraham, down the drain while changing his water.
I overslept this morning. I blame that on the Oscars, too. 🙂
LOL. And yes ma’am.
You, my dear, should get an Ocscar for your role in this drama… you crack me up…and I REALLY needed that this morning!
Now THAT is an Oscar I could accept in good conscience. 😉 I’d prefer to be fully dressed for it, though.