Shower Scream Sequence

While I was in the shower this morning, I heard TB holler, “MOM!”

This wasn’t a garden variety holler asking me to check out his latest Lego village.  No, it was a blood-curdling, terror-inducing scream.  The kind of yell that had me picturing TG lying broken at the bottom of the stairs.

Just a few days ago TG wiped out at the top of the stairs, as she had been running on the hardwood floor in her socks.  She was just fine.  I wasn’t, however.  My heart stopped when I saw the wipeout a few days ago, and that moment made it easy enough to envision her having a spill with a less fortunate outcome.

So I turned off the water and hopped out of the shower.  While I was trying to cover myself enough to go investigate, not worried about how much water I would be dripping all over the house, I hollered back, “What’s wrong?  What happened?”

Then TB said, “Nothing’s wrong.  I just want to know if we can wear our regular shoes instead of our boots since the sidewalk is clear.”

Um, yeah.  Shoes not boots.  Whatever.

As it turns out, TB had ratcheted up his screaming game because apparently I hadn’t heard him the first few times.

My bad, wanting to be clean and all.  What was I thinking?


  1. Been there, done that.

    BTW, I saw a graphic yesterday that purported to be a pie chart on what your parent thinks if you don’t answer your phone. 49.99% was light blue and labeled “You are dead”. 49.99% was dark blue and labeled “You are dying”. The remaining 0.02%, which was barely visible in pink, was labeled “You didn’t hear your phone ring or your phone is dead.”

    This reminded me of that. We always jump to the worst possible explanation. 🙂

  2. Sorry on the late reply. I didn’t see your comment. You are so right. Jumping to the worst possible explanation is pretty much my go-to. I think I need that adrenaline rush to help my brain focus, and then I can use my newly focused brain to come up with a rational conclusion. At least that’s what I’m telling myself. 🙂

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