I’m not a morning person, and having kids who wake me up early every day, hasn’t helped me morph into one. Still, I dress and feed my children with a smile and do my best to get through our morning rush so I can sit down and slowly wake up with a gallon of some coffee.
I’m not sure if it’s the extra effort it takes to be pleasant despite my natural tendency to want to growl and hiss my way through the early morning hours, or if it’s just the pre-coffee energy that’s expended in trying to get everyone fed, dressed and off to school on time, but by the time my Keurig is brewing my java, I’m fumbling around the kitchen for my cream and sugar.
The gurgling and churning sounds of the coffee brewing gives me the extra push to find my other ingredients. Yesterday I needed it too since my husband has been in Boston since Sunday and I’ve been manning the fort solo. This is usually not so bad, but all three kids have taken turns at night up coughing, sneezing, and generally being miserable. Not having a partner to tag off with makes the nights long and the early mornings even longer. Thankfully, he’s returning Friday and I plan on cashing in some Mom-Me time.
So Wednesday as I reached for the refrigerator door to fetch my half and half, I was running on fumes and not at all prepared for Jake’s blood-curdling scream. As I quickly turned to rescue him from the grips of a zombie, or to perhaps fashion a tourniquet to stop the blood loss from losing a limb, or to save us all from a rabid animal that had found its way into our kitchen, I felt a surge of adrenalin that would have to give me the energy to face the crisis that was unfolding before my morning cup of Joe.
“Jacob!” I instinctively cried out to my four year old before I even turned all the way around.
I stood now facing my middle child, who prior to the primal sounding scream, I didn’t even realize was in the kitchen with me, and I was perplexed.
He wasn’t being killed by some monster.
All his limbs appeared to be intact.
There were no animals about to attack.
When he covered his mouth to stifle a giggle I didn’t know whether to hug or strangle him. Before I could reprimand him for scaring me the way he just did, I points behind me, assumes a defensive stance, and yells out, “Dino attack!”
There in the fridge, this scene awaited me:
Thanks to Jake’s scream I was able to cut my coffee consumption in half that morning.
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I LOVE it! I’ve worked hard to overturn the sombre, unfun house I grew up in, and bring fun into the family with my kids. There have been many unfun moments, but I’m so HAPPY that your children are happy, secure and loved enough to have that kind of fun. Mine too! And now, I engage in Mom’s Little Revenges. Every once in a while, when I know my 17 year old daughter is about to walk in the house, I hide around the corner and, as she opens the door, I jump out with my own scream. She never seems to need her coffee after that, either! Did it the other day and didn’t realize she brought a friend home. He laughed and laughed. His family doesn’t do that kind of stuff. And I find that kind of sad. I’m glad my family and yours do!
Lol, love it.
I feel like every time I step on some point toy and almost fall to my death from the sheer pain of it my kids are taking years of my life
I know that scream well. My daughter is especially good at when someone doesn’t listen to her and do exactly what she says. She believes this is the end of the world.
Gotta love the primal scream, especially in the morning. My younger son is highly-skilled in the loud, strange, sudden noises department, so he’s probably saved me a couple dozen cups of coffee over the years.
My 4 month old is still too young for pranks, but I see what I have to look forward to. And I can remember the tricks my brothers and I would play on our mom (sorry mom, I know I got it comin’ soon!)
pay it forward right?
haha, well done trick. Jacob is a smart guy! My kids never did a trick on me, but they love hiding from me, which always annoy me.
LOL. Oh kids! Sometimes they are so creative you can’t help but to laugh it off.
What a great picture! Have never found them in the fridge, but there have been some under the covers of my bed.
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That is hysterical. It’s obvious your kid got your sense of humor. And that’s a good thing! I remember watching the sitcom Roseanne and loving all the Halloween episodes where the family plays all sorts of morbid and gross tricks on each other, as if it were the normal thing to do. Loved it
Okay….so I just have to say….you crack me up! I just discovered your blog yesterday after having a very emotional mommy crazed week…..and dealing with a husband who has had to travel an insane amount lately due to work (again next week. Lord help me). I have spent so much time alone here lately with my two little friends (age 6 & 3) that I may soon fly off the deep end. Anyway….love your blog…I have read most of all of your previous posts last nite and early this AM while everyone was still asleep and enjoyed every bit…and oh does it help knowing I am not the only one going through this crazy mommy life right now!!!