my morning shock...

when i was a teenager, my sister and i used to torment my mom's husband.  we would let our cat, elliott, lick the butter before our stepdad would use it to on his toast.  we would sit at the kitchen table just waiting, then snicker when he would sit down to eat it.  we also had another trick that we played on him quite often...

every morning he would come downstairs dressed for work: slacks, button up shirt, dress shoes and a tie.  every morning, for an extended period of time, we would put a rubber band on the spray nozzle and turn it so it was aimed directly at anyone who stood in front of the sink.  every morning, we sat at the kitchen table eating our breakfast ready for the show that we knew would happen.  he would go to the sink, lift the handle to turn on the water, and get sprayed smack dab in his chest with the water from the nozzle.  my sister and i would break out in hysterical laughter.  he would have some choice words to say to us before going upstairs to change his clothes.

ah, the good old days.

you know how they, whoever they are, say karma will get you?  well i really dislike when they are right, but karma came and bit me in the rear this morning.  it's six in the morning, i've already been up crying while chopping onions, mincing garlic, and browning beef for the beef and barley soup that's simmering in my crock pot.  i've had a half of cup of coffee and my alarm is going off because it is time for me to get in the shower.

i trudge upstairs to the only bathroom in my house with a shower.  set my robe on the counter.  pull the shower curtain open a bit.  turn on the water to hot, because i like a really hot shower.  then pull the tab up, so the water comes out of the shower head instead of pouring out of the spout.  these are the same steps i go through every morning, but this morning there was a surprise waiting for me.  i should give you a little more info on my shower.

i have one of those shower heads that comes out of a holder so you can hold it in your hand and spray the tub out, or pretend you are at the hair salon and rinse your hair like the stylist does, or wash your pets, or any other activity that would require you to have a movable shower head.  i rarely touch the shower head.  i have no real reason to remove it from the holder, unless i am scouring the tub and need to rinse it down. sometimes though the shower head gets moved.  this morning was one of those times.  i pulled the tab to have the water come out of the shower head and got blasted in the face.

this is a shocking way to start your shower, mostly because i wasn't functioning in fully caffeinated mode, i was only half caff at this point.  so i fumbled with the shower curtain to close it back up and stop blasting myself in the face.  then snaked my arm around the closed shower curtain to turn the shower head back to where it should be.  the rest of my shower went great.

at breakfast, i posed the question do either of you know how the shower head gets turned facing out? ash quickly and emphatically denied knowing anything about it. miss p was slower in her response, but said yep, i like to pretend i'm at the hair dressers when i rinse my hair.  i tell them the story about my shower experience, which obviously put them both in stitches and left them with the following warning.

if this happens again

i will come into your room

while you are sleeping

and douse you in water

then leave

i always tell my kids we aren't a "tit for tat" kind of family, but in this instance, i'm comfortable with the tat.