Monday, October 17, 2011

Beetles, Locks, Mondays and Alex

It had been an uneventful day. Which is saying a lot, considering it was a Monday. Yeah, one of the kids had committed graffiti-type behavior on a closet door but that had been corrected. And every toy (it seemed) had been scattered throughout the house but that had been corrected as well. Overall, it had been a peaceful morning.

Which is saying a lot, considering it was a Monday.

And then, I used the bathroom. Which is always a phenomenal moment. Because no matter what is going on in our house, the minute the bathroom lock is activated, something happens. And that "something" that happens is usually different every time.

But today takes the cake.

I heard a polite knock on the door and then the raspy voice of my 4-year-old Alex.

"Mom? When you come out, can you make some meat for my pet beetle?"

Pet beetle? Meat for a beetle? What's going on?

The pet beetle that didn't even exist before I went into the bathroom. The pet beetle now living in the "tarantula's cave" (as Alex calls our deceased tarantula's aquarium.) The pet beetle that's hungry for meat.

I guess my Monday has taken a twist, now that I have to make meat for my son's beetle.

Why does stuff like this only happen on Monday?