I could just post the picture. You might not recognize the importance… and who am I to stand in the way of my big old mouth. Speaking of big old mouth. Bria’s homework assignment for tonight was to draw something that makes sound. She decided on a self portrait because talking is her favorite hobby. I kid you not. She came up with it all on her own when she realized Peek A Bugs don’t make much of a sound.
Any who… last night was interesting around here. I was upstairs giving Bria and Jack their baths and pushing forward for the hour of peace moment. Ray is off island. I need my hour of peace because our school schedule here has us all up at around 5 most mornings. I might get lucky and have them sleep until 6. So, from 9-10 is my only quiet alone time. I covet it, especially when Ray is gone. So as I was scrubbing away on Bria’s tangled hair, I was a bit shocked to hear screams from downstairs. Screams from Arleigh. It’s usually Bria or believe it or not, Jack. He is the shrillest of the lot of us. I heard Arleigh call for Hanan. Then I heard footsteps. Next was, “Mama! There is a lizard in my room!!!”
Oh snap! I was envisioning the gecko that has been haunting my garage. It is at least as long as my hand…not counting the tail with the potential to fall off. This was not on my hour of peace agenda. I start running downstairs. Hanan was calmly sitting on the futon. The child that asks me for any number of animals including reptiles was watching television. The child that not two months ago threw a dead lizard on her mother. “Hanan, did Arleigh tell you what’s in her room?” I was calmly asking hoping she would volunteer to hunt it. “Yeah, it’s a lizard. I saw it. It ran.” “Um… where did it run Hanan?” She shrugged and I swear never stopped watching the television. “Could I get a little help from the reptile whisperer sweetheart?” I promise you she told me she would if she could keep it. At this point, I have no idea what I said. NO IDEA.
Turns out Godzilla was smaller than most Hawaiian cockroaches and hiding behind the dresser. He kept scooting himself under the edge of Arleigh’s carpet to hide himself. He was so tiny, I was thinking I would probably squish him with my giant man size hands. Hanan was pretty afraid of hurting him too. Before it was over, I sat a mason jar on top of him after coaxing him into the open, then carefully slipped card stock under him. He was relocated outside, across the street. I escaped both tears and terror from my children. No one was harmed. I’m calling one for Team Mama.
Let me also say… Ray you owe me! Why is it these things only happen when he is gone? I found another one this morning. He had already passed on to his own tropical paradise in the sky…dead as a door nail or at least as dead as the lizard Hanan threw at me. This time I didn’t scream. Again. Ray, you owe me! Dead animals fall strictly in your territory.
Wonder what will happen tomorrow?