These are my stuffies. They have been gifted to me by Tember. Gus is the green alien. Apparently he squeaks I love you when squeezed the right way. I use him to throw at the cats when they are being annoying and scratching closet door because……..it is the middle of the night and why would mom want to sleep?
The moose is name Sam. I purchased him for Tember and he was regifted to me. All good. He is great cuddler.
As for big bear I have yet to rename him but he is mine now. Tember used him to try and scare me. It worked. And I got another snuggle buddy.
Last week was my full week with Tember. As always our week was filled with a lot of silliness and laughter. I came home from work on Friday……he has been cleaning the closet and decided that he was going to try to scare me……so he moved big bear into my room and put a book in his lap. I come home all innocent like and walk into my bedroom to scream because well big bear on the bed reading a book……he was not there when I left for work.
Tember thought this was hilarious.
However revenge would be mine.
Mondays I am now working 2-10:30 so regardless of my week or his dad’s Tember goes to his dad’s place.
I get home just after 10 on Monday and Tember is laying in wait for me.
‘Mom……my plan to scare you backfired on me.’
‘Well when I came down the stairs to go into my room and I saw big bear I screamed and jumped.’
I laughed. Long and hard. Ha ha revenge is mine.
What I am not going to tell him….Big Bear (the name is growing on me) scares the hell out of me every day.
One might move him out of the way but nah……at least I know he will kick start my heart even as a heart attack happens.
Picture is my own (stating the obvious is a fault)
So this morning…..only task at hand was to wash my load of whites which I did. Only to discover that one of my work shirts has a lovely tint of purple to it. Still scratching my head at that one.
This is Tember’s week at his dad’s so he was picked up at 7 this morning. I have today off so I settled in and enjoyed my morning. Threw laundry into the dryer. Made another pot of coffee. Worked on my poem for today. It was a hard one the word being obnoxious and I only had a half formed picture working in my mind.
I hung the two remaining shirts I had and went back into the living. Sat on the couch and the poem began to coalesce so down went the coffee and typing began. Maiden of Malice being the end result.
- Enjoy 4/20
- Hang clothes in closet after enjoying
- Go back to write
Now I have been using my laptop all morning. After the poem was written I needed to find picture that would fit. But Pinterest my go to would not load so I decided to shut it down for a little bit. It becomes deathly quiet in here when I become aware of the strangest of strange….my bedroom door is closed.
- Scratch head
- Begin to panic slowly
- Sane voice in back of head reminds me I have been here the whole time how on earth could someone get in.
- Stand in the middle of the kitchen
- Suck in deep breath
- Put hand to knob
My heart is in my throat. I tentatively turn the knob and push on the door. Resistance! OMG someone was in my bedroom. Screamed. Jumped back and began to giggle. Obviously no one was in my bedroom. What was making it worse was how quiet it was. Like in a horror movie. But at 11 a.m.
- Talk to self again.
- Walk slowly towards the door.
- Deep breath
- Hand on knob
- Hand on Door (no idea why)
- Turn knob
- Push door open
Door hits the wall with a bang thus flattening anyone hiding behind it waiting to get me. Wohoo go me. Thomas raises his head from where he has been sleeping on my pillow and blinks at me and the sane part of me notes that Thomas would be staring wide awake if there was a stranger in my room. But no……I was now paralyzed with horror because the closet door is open as well. I never do that either!
- Run into bedroom
- Look to make sure you hung up the work shirts
- Slam closet door shut
- Run from room to the couch.
I am dying….Part of me is laughing. I totally know how humerous this is. Why do you think I am writing a blog post about it? Yet the other part of me is shaking trying to text P to demand she come over. Just for fifteen minutes. Still shaking. Run back into bedroom and open blinds.
- Text P & Z
- Ask P to come over
- Explain via text to Z
- Hair must be left down. This is an important step
- Head bent over phone
- Type feverishly
- Dart frantic glances over glasses at bedroom door
OMG something is there! I can see it. It is moving. Off the couch bolt over to the window and lean against the wall. There is no movement. There is no one in my room. It was my hair falling forward as I was typing.
- Lean against wall
- Explain via text to P
- Read that I have made her laugh
- Back to the couch I go
I am sitting here now all calmed down. Water by my side. Bedroom door firmly open and closet door firmly shut. I checked under the bed too…..to be safe.
Out of all of this I come away with:
No enjoying 4/20 until all chores are done and all doors have been opened or closed as is their natural state.
I really hope you enjoyed reading about my comic experience this morning. Should you too follow the above steps (must do in the multiple steps no leaving anything out) let me know. Going to say that today is a totally awesome day.