Today was bananas.
I awoke at 5:30am to calls (read shouts) beconing me. More leg pain from growing pains. Medicine administered with a silent prayer (to a God that I may or may not believe in, but was really hoping for this morning) that both kids now awake from the yelling, would silently retreat back to slumberland.
No God today. (Maybe sleeping?)
So up we got. And my son immediately pointed to his mouth. He gets sign language. In that way that a terrorist gets a bomb: Point to trigger, deploy device and BAM! The pointing to the mouth indicates hunger. IMMEDIATE. LIFE THREATENING HUNGER. Once the finger points I have .2 seconds to disarm the device or BAM.
Bananas work well for this.
Only today, it wasn’t just one, but two hairpin trigger devices I was working against. (Usually it’s just the one…the other one has somehow had a patience delay for the last year or so.) But not this morning.
Thank god for bananas.
Or so I thought. (Remember the god part earlier…) She didn’t want HER banana, she wanted HIS banana. This is the red wire/ green wire situation where no matter how much training you have you just don’t know which to cut. Do I take his away? Try for a swap? Maybe he won’t notice half go missing? I went with the half theory, successfully. Only then the demander had raised the stakes.
“NO, not his half banana, I want my own banana!!”
In the background, mentally I start to go bananas.
I pass her a whole one back. Fingers, toes and eyes crossed that this last attempt will work.
And it did.
Phew. Crisis averted.