atypical morning, not a typical

I am sure we've all had one of those mornings when we wake up and realize we've overslept. Do you roll over, open your eyes, stretch like a cat and then have that realization; and then do you jolt out of bed, get in a tizzy and rush around like a chicken with its head chopped off.  (Who in the world ever taught me that phrase?  That's way too graphic for over-active imaginative people who have actually seen a chicken running around with its head chopped off.)

Or do your eyes just pop open and you instantly know you've overslept?  Maybe your cat walks on your tummy and that wakes you up and then you pop out of bed.  Hey, maybe someone slams open the bedroom door and shouts,  "GET UP!  YOU'VE OVERSLEPT!"

Then you've started your day on the wrong foot and normal events seem time-warped and odd things happen...all because you overslept.  This morning was one of those times for me.  After shooting out of bed like a missile an hour and a half later than normal, I rushed to get bathed, dressed, and off to car rider duty.  Cars were already lining up when I stumbled to the school house gate, fumbled with my keys and threw my stuff in my room... but I made it.

With only a half cup of coffee in me, I developed a raging headache as I unleashed children from their cars.  "I need coffee,"  I stated and a friend of mine drove to the store and bought me a cup.  "Thank you,"  I said hoping my headache would dissipate.  Then about that time another duty person jumped back and let out a squeal.  "What?"  I asked.

"A RAT!"  she answered and pointed three feet out to a grassy area right beside the driveway.  So for the next thirty minutes I kept my eyes glued to the grassy area surrounding a drain pipe.  I honestly don't remember opening any car door after that.  I didn't want a rat getting me! 

One parent tried to help out by running over the rat when it hopped along the edge of the drive- through.  She missed, so I asked one of our parents if he would help us out and catch a rat for us.  "Catch a rat?"  he answered.  Then I explained  that the rat was right outside his driver's side window.  Graciously, the parent pulled out of the way and looked in his truck for something to catch a rat in.  "You don't catch rats,"  he said as he passed me carrying a two-foot iron bar.

Now first off, the iron bar looked like a weapon to me.  Then I had thoughts of this parent clubbing a rat to death in front of us, with blood and guts spewing everywhere.  Then my questions came,  "Do I watch?  Do I plug my ears with my fingers so I don't hear the whopping?  What will the children do?  What if it runs in my direction?"

Alas, I didn't have to witness this clubbing because our dear old rat must have escaped in the drain pipe.  You do know what that means, don't you? I may be saying,  "He's baaack!"

All of this because I overslept.

Comments

[Sherry]

This is too funny! You may get the out-house syndrome come back.