James goes out of town each August and it seems like every time something happens. Last year the A/C went out, the year before that we sprung a leak under the sink. This year, however, takes the cake.
It happened yesterday morning. Every day I get out of bed at 6:30, usually groggy and half asleep, and I shuffle into the bathroom, go potty, put on my oils and change clothes for my morning workout. Well yesterday for some reason I don’t remember, I got undressed first THEN went to the potty. That is important to the story….you’ll see in a sec.
I was sitting there paying no attention to anything, I don’t even think my eyes were open, when I heard a shuffle and opened my eyes to see a…..I can’t say the word…..starts with M and rhymes with house…..come running out of my shower, rustling the shower curtain, and into the sink area of the bathroom. Yes. It was about 8″ from my bare feet.
Scream is not a big enough word for what I did.
Let’s see, how can I describe it? It was more like a shriek-screech-panic-freakout (“s-s-p-f” for short)
I jumped up from the potty and took off, through the bedroom and down the hallway yelling for a kid to come help me and flipping on lights as I ran. Just as one of the kids called out from their bed to ask what was going on I realized that I was stark naked. As a jaybird.
I kind of figured that having your mom screaming through the house when you’re sound asleep is damaging enough without having to see her naked body. I mean, is it actually possible to scrub your eyeballs?
So while continuing the “s-s-p-f,” I grabbed a blanket to wrap around myself. The kids started sleepily wandering out of their rooms to see what was happening. My daughter, who isn’t the least bit scared of the you-know-what, offered to check my bathroom. She looked all around with a flashlight then declared the room clear. So using my daughter as a shield, I went back in my bathroom and quickly got dressed. Then I doused myself in essential oils so I could calm down enough to tie my shoes.
“I’m going for my walk,” I told her in what was mostly a whiny, crying voice, “Do you think you and your brother could try to catch it while I’m gone?”
She agreed to try and actually (and this is where, if she hadn’t been born at home I might have wondered if she had been switched at birth) seemed kind of excited by the challenge.
I got in a good run, adrenaline will do that to you, I couldn’t have walked slowly if I’d wanted to. Then when I got home I sat down on the front porch and texted inside the house.
“Well? Is it safe to come in? I’m scared.”
She let me know that it was completely safe and the you-know-what had been caught and disposed of.
Turns out she had seen it run into another bedroom and let one of our barn cats in there. Voila! Problem solved. One of my girlfriends suggested offering the cat a can of salmon as a reward, but I felt like an hour in the air-conditioning and a you-know-what to play with was reward enough.
The rest of the day I was so jumpy I actually got spooked when a feather blew in front of my leg while I was standing in the backyard. Every time our new puppy came into the room where I was I’d do a mini “s-s-p-f” again. My nerves are shot.
I’m not sure how I will make it through the rest of the weekend knowing sometimes these things have friends and family and maybe this was just the frontman of the operation. I did put every diffuser I own to work, including setting one on the floor of the hallway. I read that you-know-whats hate peppermint and ravintsara, so I have them diffusing in every room. I’d douse myself in them if I could.
I mentioned my extreme fear on Facebook and asked what other people’s irrational fears were and many of them said the same as mine, but there were also a lot of folks terrified of spiders, snakes and roaches. Yep, these are my people.
Now that I have slept for an entire night after the trauma, I think I may actually survive. But I will confess to standing on my potty this morning tossing empty vitamin bottles into the shower to spook any other little friends out. After about 5 minutes of nothing happening except for my discovering that I keep way too many empty bottles, I went about my morning normally. Still shaken, but normal.
And I am planning on an uneventful weekend.
Unless….of course…..a feather drifts past me again.