LilMiss was such a sweet kid last night. Not ONLY did she finish cleaning her room, but she ordered me to go take a long bubble bath. The only caveat was I could not come out until she said I could.
Gee, forced relaxation. I think I can handle that.
While lazing in Chocolate Covered Cherry Bubble Bath, reading a book I had been itching to get to, I hear a “DAMN!” followed by a crash coming from the kitchen. She immediately yelled that I was NOT to leave the bath, everything was under control.
Fast forward 90 minutes. I have drained/refilled the tub three times. I have pruned up. The book is almost halfway read and the pages are slightly moogy from the humidity. She knocks on the door, tells me I can get out of the tub, but I need to go into my room. Oh. And she must blindfold me. My bedroom is three paces from the bathroom. No where near the kitchen. But I acquiesce, as she is being so obviously sneaky and it’s too cute. So, I’m bucknekkid save for a washcloth she’s holding over my face. I silently thank the gods that it was only her, I and the cats, although I think the cats may be psychologically stunted for life now. Stumble over the towel I was planning on drying off with into my room. BANG the door slams. Now I’m dripping wet, still slightly sudsy, and without a towel. There’s a towel just outside, maybe if I just open the door a frac…“MOM! YOU PROMISED!!!” Bang. Good thing I moved my fingers. “I NEED A TOWEL!” Door creaks open. Towel soars at my head. BANG.
Fast forward another 30 minutes. Yes, we’re two hours into this escapade. I’m dried, lotioned, pajama’d, lying on my bed watching Colonial House.
“You can come out noooowwwww!”
LilMiss made me a birthday cake all by herself. Chocolate cake. Chocolate frosting. Chocolate chips spelling out Happy Birthday Mom. “I know it’s early, but I wanted to do something special for you, Mom”
awwwwwwwwwwww
Fast forward to this morning. She told me she would pack my work bag. Okay. I get to work, open my bag. She put a piece of cake in a Baggie. Then she added a few cans of Diet Coke. On top of the cake.
So, folks, I am eating the best birthday cake in the whole world. With a spoon. After licking the frosting off the Baggie.
