A kitchen decked in chocolate
By Christy On Monday, February 11, 2008 At 7:50 AM
And now for another exciting installment of the life of Christy.
6:15 a.m. the alarm goes off.
I decide I'll try to sleep just a minute longer.
Braeden screams "MOMMY!" so loud you'd think a spider were on his face.
I go into Braeden's room and lay down on the floor.
6:30 a.m. I wake up on Braeden's floor.
I tell Brae, Mommy needs to get herself dressed for work.
I get dressed.
Pick out some clothes for Brae and tell him we need to get up, we're running late.
His response, "Don't tell me that. Don't touch me. I'm not going to do anything you tell me to do."
Quizzical look. Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
Disregarding his rudeness I proceed to get him changed into clothes and out of his pajammies.
He kicks me like a mule.
Aw man now you've done it child.
Now he's getting dressed if he likes it or not and no airplane games and giggles!
It's 6:41 a.m.
We finally get downstairs.
He goes digging through the pantry for his pediasure and I got start the car.
The wind tries to knock me over.
I fight back against its frigidity.
The jeep is started and telling me about the 12 degree weather we're having.
Going back inside.
I open the pediasure and then grab a cup to put it in.
I have forgotten about already opening the pediasure and I shake it. Hard.
A chocolate, vitamin smelling eruption takes place in the kitchen.
The walls are now soaked with chocolate.
The refrigerator door...chocolate.
The floor, the table, my clothes, my hair and my shoes are SOAKED in chocolate.
Braeden starts crying. "Look what you did. Now I'm going to need to get another one."
I walk out of the room and upstairs.
Brian sees me, white sweater with chocolate all over it. But it's dark, I'm sure he thinks it looks like blood. He sits up in bed so fast I think he's going to hurt himself.
I explain. The chocolate eruption.
I get changed.
Brian goes downstairs.
I walk back downstairs.
Brian says, "You weren't kidding."
No.
It's now 6:55 a.m. and I haven't poured my coffee or gotten something for lunch.
And there is pediasure ALL OVER THE KICTHEN!
Brian tells me he will clean it up, I should leave and get Brae to daycare and get myself to work.
I apologize.
I apologize again.
We get outside and into the car, still 12 degrees.
I begin backing out and notice my coffee mug sitting on the hood of the Jeep.
Stop.
Get out of the car.
Get my coffee.
Get back in the car.
Fast forward until now.
It is 8 a.m. Braeden is at daycare and I am now at work, on time, thank goodness.
All I can smell is pediasure.
6:15 a.m. the alarm goes off.
I decide I'll try to sleep just a minute longer.
Braeden screams "MOMMY!" so loud you'd think a spider were on his face.
I go into Braeden's room and lay down on the floor.
6:30 a.m. I wake up on Braeden's floor.
I tell Brae, Mommy needs to get herself dressed for work.
I get dressed.
Pick out some clothes for Brae and tell him we need to get up, we're running late.
His response, "Don't tell me that. Don't touch me. I'm not going to do anything you tell me to do."
Quizzical look. Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
Disregarding his rudeness I proceed to get him changed into clothes and out of his pajammies.
He kicks me like a mule.
Aw man now you've done it child.
Now he's getting dressed if he likes it or not and no airplane games and giggles!
It's 6:41 a.m.
We finally get downstairs.
He goes digging through the pantry for his pediasure and I got start the car.
The wind tries to knock me over.
I fight back against its frigidity.
The jeep is started and telling me about the 12 degree weather we're having.
Going back inside.
I open the pediasure and then grab a cup to put it in.
I have forgotten about already opening the pediasure and I shake it. Hard.
A chocolate, vitamin smelling eruption takes place in the kitchen.
The walls are now soaked with chocolate.
The refrigerator door...chocolate.
The floor, the table, my clothes, my hair and my shoes are SOAKED in chocolate.
Braeden starts crying. "Look what you did. Now I'm going to need to get another one."
I walk out of the room and upstairs.
Brian sees me, white sweater with chocolate all over it. But it's dark, I'm sure he thinks it looks like blood. He sits up in bed so fast I think he's going to hurt himself.
I explain. The chocolate eruption.
I get changed.
Brian goes downstairs.
I walk back downstairs.
Brian says, "You weren't kidding."
No.
It's now 6:55 a.m. and I haven't poured my coffee or gotten something for lunch.
And there is pediasure ALL OVER THE KICTHEN!
Brian tells me he will clean it up, I should leave and get Brae to daycare and get myself to work.
I apologize.
I apologize again.
We get outside and into the car, still 12 degrees.
I begin backing out and notice my coffee mug sitting on the hood of the Jeep.
Stop.
Get out of the car.
Get my coffee.
Get back in the car.
Fast forward until now.
It is 8 a.m. Braeden is at daycare and I am now at work, on time, thank goodness.
All I can smell is pediasure.
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