Rude Awakenings

Ok guys, I'm gonna tell you a little story about how I woke up yesterday morning. Mentally prepare to be totally grossed out and also probably rolling on the floor laughing at me.

So it's about 5:05 (i.e. too early for this shit). I know this because Stephan's alarm goes off at 5, and it's only been a few minutes. He is already in the shower getting ready for work, when Finn comes into the room. I'm in that half-asleep state of denial, where you're sort of awake but not ready to open your eyes or move yet. I hear Finn talking to Stephan in the bathroom so I figure he's hanging out in there and I get another few minutes to snap myself out of it.

But a few minutes later, I feel him climbing onto the bed. Still, I don't move...because sometimes, if I'm lucky, he's coming in for a cuddle. So sweet. I prepare myself for baby hugs.

And then I feel it...something tickling my eyebrow. For those of you that know me well, you know that this is probably the worst thing anyone could do it me. I have a thing with eyebrows. I have the heebie jeebies just writing this!! It makes me literally hysterical (like uncontrollable giggles but I'm dying inside) to see someone rubbing their eyebrows the wrong way. They are meant to only be touched in ONE direction, from the center of the face outwards! I know it makes no sense and it's crazy but I can't help it.

My eyes pop open in horror. And then I see it, ladies and gentlemen...the toilet brush. Yes, I woke up being tickled on the EYEBROW with a TOILET BRUSH.

There's really nothing more to say. Except to remind you, that if you have a bad parenting moment today, remember that I reacted to this incident like a bear awakening from a long hibernation, and probably scarred my son for life. There were things flying, there was a lot of yelling and thrashing around, and there was vigorous face scrubbing.

I may never be the same again.