For some time now, I’ve tried to find a little space to call my own.
Mind you, I’m pretty well covered during the day. With Sunnybuns tucked away at school and Hubs wandering aimlessly, I can pretty much find a hide-out.
When the night time comes, however, it’s a different story. One of the males, but usually both, want or need some attention almost 100 percent of the time after 6 p.m. They’re perfectly independent when the sun is shining, but right around the suppertime dinner bell is when I get called upon for finding stuff, cooking stuff, doing stuff, whatever it is.
Sometimes I put my socks on and pad quietly around so they won’t notice me. They might catch my shadow moving past and then its all over. Dang that lamp!
I think I finally found the perfect spot, though. The Guest Bathroom.
All the space in the lower kitchen cabinets was just too claustrophobic. Plus, I had a hard time getting my fat behonkus down that close to the floor, never mind trying to squeeze into those tiny little nooks.
I can see Hubs now, eagerly putting on his screamin’ yellow goggles, and yankin’ that cord on the chainsaw to cut the cabinet frame squeezed tightly over my bee-hind.
Anyway, I was tidying up the Guest Bathroom one morning and thought, “Hmm ... no one ever uses this shower ... or bathtub ...” and I got right in with the Comet and cleaned that tub so well ... it just sparkled. I washed the shower curtain and put some pretty soaps out.
Once the tub was dried out, I climbed in and got a feel for the fit. Pretty good. Climbing out would be the hard part. Maybe I could talk Hubs into putting up a handicap bar for me.
As I was putting the shower curtain back up, I noticed the lighting over the tub area. Hmm. A little on the dark side.
“Hubs!” I hollered. “Whatcha doin’ right now?”
“Lookin’ for a pair of glasses!” he hollered.
I rolled my eyes. “Didn’t I just address that issue?” I hollered back.
“Yeah, but I can’t find my ballcap.”
“Hall closet. On the left.”
I heard him open the closet door and a muffled, “Oh goody!” came wafting back.
“Come ‘ere!” I hollered again.
He came down to the bathroom and said, “You’ve been in here all morning! What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” I said innocently. “Come and look inside this shower. Don’t you think we need a light over it?”
I could see the gleam in his eye. Yeah ... cut this, tear that, pull this, hammer that, screw this in..
“Yeah. I could do that. You want it right now?”
“I think you might as well, now that you’ve found a pair of glasses.”
I had my light later that afternoon.
Around 7, I snuck around and got my book, a Little Debbie Swiss Cake Roll, a snackpak bag of Cheetos and a Coke.
I quietly climbed into my little cubbyhole and drew the curtain.
Seconds later, “Ma! What’re you doin’ in here?”
“How’d you find me??” I asked.
“I saw the light on. Can I have your Little Debbie?”
I handed it over and climbed out.
Sunnybuns climbed in.
He reached up and waggled his fingers toward the Coke.
I took a last sip and begrudgingly gave it up.
“Can I have your Cheetos, too?” he asked with a bright smile.
I handed those over and said glumly, “Here! Might as well have the book, too. Tell me how it ends.”
The search continues.