I heard the words, "Oh No!" a few too many times this morning. For those of you who have known me ANY length of time...you know that mornings are not my best time. In fact, mornings are just about my worst times! I love the beauty of a morning. I do. But, I also LOVE the cozy feeling of my pillow, mattress, sheets, and comforter in the morning. I sleep through about thirty minutes of alarm time, which explains why I set my alarm one hour before time to get up. After I finally hear the alarm (30 minutes later), I will snooze for another thirty. Sometimes, I turn it off without knowing it, and I oversleep completely. My most vivid memory of this happening was this year when I FINALLY walked in the door to school at 8:30! I woke up at 8:05. It takes 20 minutes to get to school. You do the math! So, you can see that I cherish my mornings in bed.
Today was not one of those mornings. Nope. I was up. Early.
I couldn't quite nail down the exact time this morning when I heard it first. "Oh No!" It was Russ. In the shower. I heard the shower curtain open. I heard "Oh No!" again. I laid there thinking. Should I get up? Nah...I'll just listen to see if it's anything serious. Finally, I asked what the problem was. Russ informed me that we were out of towels in the bathroom. And wash cloths. I do realize that the help meet in me should have jumped up with a smile on my face and taken my man a nice fluffy, perhaps even warmed in the dryer, towel immediately. Please don't hate me. Because I didn't. I just laid there and joined in saying, "Oh No!" I listened as my sweet hubby dried off with what was probably a hand towel seeing as how that's all we had in the cabinet. I do have clean towels. In the dryer. Just so you know. I fell back into a blissful sleep. Not too deep, but enjoyable.
Russ came quietly to my bedside to kiss me goodbye as he rushed to leave. He was running late. I began to doze off when I heard it again.
"Oh NO!" This time much more pronounced. I laid still. "OH NO!" Even more pronounced. I heard the door opening and closing and opening again. Finally, I asked what had happened.
Are you ready?
"The bird. It's in the house. OH NO!" There it was. The fifth time I had heard those words. Remember that mama bird who lovingly laid her eggs in her perfectly round nest in our front door arrangement. Yep. That's the one. She was in MY HOUSE!
So, I got up.
I got up to see my husband in scrubs waving a couch pillow around the living room with the front door wide opening calling, "Come here bird!" Ok. I know. Picture perfect opportunity. But, I'm gonna just tell you that I was scared of the bird! I stayed behind the door only occasionally peeking out from the crack. I did tweet the situation to see if anyone had any suggestions. I'm sure no one was even up at this hour. I surely wouldn't have been if it weren't for all these darn "Oh Nos!" The next time I peek through the crack, I see that my smart husband has moved on to a towel. I watch through the crack of the door as Russ flails around this hot pink towel while the bird flits around from the ceiling fan, a wall shelf, sits on a picture frame, the door, a door facing, into the kitchen, and the dining room. This mama bird wasn't panicked. She just enjoyed her little tour through our home. Maybe she's looking to buy. Russ, however, wasn't interested in selling. You see, he was already late. And, he is still saying, "Oh no!" as he leaps around the house swatting in the bird's direction. Finally, the bird lands on my kitchen counter. I know. GROSS! Don't worry, I've cleaned it. Anyway, at this point Russ is ready to throw in the towel. So he does. He throws it right on the mama bird. She is trapped by the mighty leaping doctor. He carries her outside and lets her go. All is well.
Again, I should have come out running to my hero's side shouting in a high pitched voice, "My hero!" and leap into his arms. But, again...I didn't. Remember...it's morning. Not my best time. I did think it was hilarious, and later texted him to let him know that he was my hero. Just so you know.
Yes, it was an eventful morning. I was up. I didn't oversleep. Thanks to two not-so-fun words...
"Oh No!"



