You can’t shock a man before he’s had his coffee in the morning! My grandson stayed at our house last night and unknown to me he has a slight sleep walking problem. Had I known I probably could have avoided what happened this morning …
When I get up in the morning I’m used to having the house all to my self. Jenny has the good sense to sleep until at least 7, but I haven’t been able to sleep much past 5:30 for the past thirty years or so. This morning I get up at my normal time and hobble down to the kitchen in my usual sleepy daze. I may be moving but I am by no means awake. I go into the kitchen on auto pilot and fumble around the counter until I find the button on the coffee maker. Suddenly, then the ear piercing drone of the blender just about makes me soil myself. I’m a little ashamed to admit it, but I screamed like woman flipped around in full combat mode. To my even greater surprise, I see my grandson sitting on the counter behind me covered in flour with the blender between his knees. The scream must have startled the poor little fella ‘cause he wakes up and starts to cry. In my state I can’t really grasp what in the sam hill is going on and to make matters worse Jenny runs around the corner in her nightgown hollerin’ like a stuck hog.
It must have been a sight to behold, me gripping my chest like I’m havin’ a heart attack, Jenny in her pajamas, hair all a mess, screaming for someone to explain what’s going on at 5:30 in the morning in her kitchen and my poor grandson on the counter, covered in flour, crying his little eyes out.
After that, driving around all day was pert near relaxin’.
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