Your menfolk are all asleep in bed, and you are finishing your nightly routine of brushing your teeth.
thinking about the gazillion things that you need to do the next day, before 1pm when you have to run the 2 little guys to the doctor
and you go to brush your tongue, but because of your head being elsewhere you aren’t really paying attention
and in your “enthusiasm” you hit the dangly thing in the back of your throat
which sets your gag-reflex going
and you are sitting there gagging, trying to regain control
looking at the sink and realizing with a sinking feeling that you waged a biololocigal campaign in there earlier that day (cleaning)
(and there’s always the minute possibility of “chunks”)
so you turn to the toilet, because you still haven’t regained control
which is still very clean, because you threatened bodily harm to any male that might possibly suffer from an “innaccuracy of aim” issue
for which reason they’ve all been using the 1st floor bathroom
which has no heat
(and you aren’t certain, as you never go in that room because it’s so cold, but you may have to wait till Spring thaw to flush the toilet)
so, the toilet available to you is still sparkly clean and there’s the possibility of ricochet. . .
which would imply more cleaning
and suddenly you are able to regain control of your gagging.
Then, you hear this noise from the other room. . .
It appears that when the little guys were clearing their “minefield” they swept some objects under the bed.
like a little, red, plastic apple
that a certain frisky 9 month old male kitten has found and determined is a fantastic “soccer” ball
(it slides and tumbles on the wood floor of the bedrooms really well, making a marvelous racket as an added bonus)
and he’s thinking it’s a great game when “Mommy” comes in and “plays” on the opposing team
and he’s able to shoot that toy really well, and run after it extremely quickly
(and fit under beds)
and change rooms with said toy rather effortlessly
and he thinks that the “Mommy” cheated when, in the master bedroom where the “Daddy” was still peacefully sleeping, she got on the other side of the bed and USED HER HANDS to take it away.
So, has that ever happened to you?