I had a difficult time waking up this morning. It's rainy and dreary outside which always makes it harder to wake up. I sat in bed, trying to will a cup of coffee into my hand. After waiting for my coffee to magically appear, I begrudgingly decided to put my leg on and go get it myself.
Gingerly, I walked slowly past Robby's bedroom door. He was up late last night and desperately needed to sleep. He is quite a grump when he is tired and, since it's raining, the last thing I wanted today was to be trying to entertain a fussy boy inside all day.
I made it past his room successfully and retrieved my needed caffeine. I knew if I made it past his room without waking him up, I would be able to drink the entire mug in quiet. A rare treat for his Mom!
Holding my coffee which, upon reflection, I had obviously overfilled, I set about my mission. Large steps, as gingerly as possible. Tip-toe... Kerplunk! Tip-toe... Kerplunk! I never realized how much louder my prosthetic step was before now. It seems that the softer I tried to put my foot down, the louder the Kerplunk. I stopped mid stride to reevaluate.
For whatever reason, I decided that I needed to move faster. I knew that I wasn't going to be able to soften the sounds of my prosthetic, but I hoped that Robby wouldn't wake if it passed by his room quickly. So with quick, large strides I continued. Tip-toe... Kerplunk... Tip-toe... Kerplunk. "Ouch... sh&@."
I spilled the overflowing cup of coffee all over the front of my nightgown and onto the hardwood floors. I quickly put the mug down and tried to lift the nightgown off my skin to prevent it burning more. I reached for his monkey towel which was hanging on the door and cleaned the coffee off the floor.
I retrieved my mug and walked to my bedroom. I was thankful I managed to save a half of mug of coffee from spilling. I took off my leg, put on CNN and anticipated drinking my coffee in solitude.
Just as I picked up my mug, I heard Robby's door creak open and saw him lumbering out of his room. The scowl on his face let me know that he was awake too early. CNN was switched to Blue's Clues and a grumpy little boy is trying to wake up next to me. I'm looking around the bedroom trying to figure out if I can move my coffee pot in here.
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