Victory is Mine

I wrote this pre-blog about two years ago.  Ah the memories.

As consciousness slowly flickers I hear the distant garbled sounds of something glugging.  I lie in my bed listening to the familiar yet-to-be identified sound.  The glugging intensifies and just before I hear the splat I realize it not a glugging something but a glugging someone: the cat my husband came with.  And in that same instant I know it is not glugging but in fact said cat’s lengthy pre-barf gagging ritual.  The splat of her barf hitting the wood floor is quickly followed by a loud thud.  The thud is my dog leaping from a dead sleep off the bed to the floor to devour the cat barf before anyone else lays claim to this delectable early morning treat.


Disgusted yet thankful that I will not be stepping in warm barf as get out of bed, I attempt to roll to my right to nudge awake the above mentioned cat owner. My roll is impeded by a lengthy eight year old that has stolen into our bed at some point in the night.  My attempted left roll is equally unsuccessful as a result of the eight year olds’ younger sister who has permanently claimed our bed as her own.   As I lie there sandwiched between two gently snoring children a thought pushes through the early morning fog, “I could have a cup of tea – ALONE.”

The idea of a few early morning stolen moments makes me giddy but I must remain calm and focused.  The problem before me: how to extricate myself from the bed without waking the interlopers.  Attempting to climb over the interlopers has failed countless times in the past and I will not make that mistake again.  My new plan is bold and AWESOME.   As I gently lift the sheet and duvet over my head I simultaneously dig my heels into the mattress and with some previously undiscovered calf strength I pull myself towards the bottom of the bed.  I repeat this maneuver working my way to the bottom of the bed where I kick out the tightly tucked sheet and silently drop to the floor like some kind of freaky inchworm ninja.


As I stand, the interlopers remain oblivious to what is afoot.  Victory is almost mine.  I don’t risk trying to locate my slippers or robe as these comforts are for the weak and less determined.  As I move slowly out of the room towards the stairs I step on a tiny piece of Lego that impales my foot.  I don’t even flinch.  After years of stepping on small plastic objects including Lego, Barbie accessories and loot bag junk, my feet are so heavily callused I am certain I could walk across a flaming pit of lava and feel nothing at all.

As I descend the stairs and enter the kitchen I see my prize.  Sensing the awesomeness that was unfolding upstairs the cat owner made my celebratory pot of tea.    As I raise the teacup to my lips and gaze across the steaming amber liquid I catch glimpses of the possible pitfalls and land mines that lie ahead in my day.  But I smile knowing that none of it matters because as far as this day goes I’ve already won.


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