It was a typical wake up in the Kaos house. Mr. Kaos’ alarm had been going off every 9 minutes for the past 6 hours, K had at some point climbed into our bed and was sprawled out like a wild beast and my little bobbing alarm clock just started to beep when I opened my eyes.
Oh the sting of the early morning air on my bloodshot eyes was just almost too much to bare.
I told K to get up, she pleaded with air to “please.just. let. me. sleep”.
Mr. Kaos grumpled something about wanting coffee and I of course let out an exasperated sigh… I DON’T DRINK COFFEE I screamed in my head, but I soon calmed down and staggered into the kitchen to make Mr. Kaos his daily hot blood infusion of black brew. He bolted upstairs to our one working bathroom to pee, K went screaming behind him that she needed to pee and I hated them both with a white hot passion as I poured water into the coffee maker, the sound of the watery flow and splash causing such pain in my bladder I thought I would die.
I soon ran upstairs yelling over the trickle of the coffee in the pot “I have to pee too!”
Don’t you wish you lived here too?
Then there was breakfast for K, showers for Mr. and I and then the steady rush of getting ready to go.
I tried not once, not twice but 3 times to put in my contacts this morning and there was no having it. My eyes were bloodshot still and burning from lasts night’s tears (I am a wreck, no no one did anything to me, sometimes a girls just gotta cry), not enough sleep and the dry morning air. It was enough. I would be wearing glasses today…
Upon this decision it was time to make our way out the door and this is where today’s primary difference was in effect…
Mr. Kaos wasn’t on his way to work, he was on his way to school with us. The family time drop off was occurring. You may be blissfully unaware but the last 3 weeks have been a tiny slice of kindergarten infused hell for me and this one tiny gesture meant the world not only to me but to K as well.
We met up with our neighbors started on our way and for the first time in weeks I felt a huge sense of relief. Of course I couldn’t articulate this because it was still only a quarter to 8 and I was in walking coma, but I felt it.
K walked along laughing with her friend and Mr. Kaos and I walked hand in hand down the street enjoying the time together. The weight of his hand in mine was reassuring, loving, perfect and at that very moment he turned to me and asked.
“You wanna go get some beefus?”