January 28, 2009

I won't be opening my oven drawer any time soon

Madeline doesn't have this vest but she has a pink sweatshirt with similar dark faux fur around the hood. The sweatshirt is no longer available at Gap.com and I'm too lazy to take a picture of hers right now so this will have to suffice. Consider it Exhibit A.

Being her mama's daughter, Madeline was scared of the fur and wouldn't wear it for several weeks. She warmed up to it once I convinced her it wasn't alive and wouldn't eat her face.

But this morning, I opened the dryer to pull out a load of her clothes, saw the fur peeking out from behind her jeans and screamed.

And screamed and screamed. Slammed the dryer shut. Raced up the stairs to protect my child from any other possible creatures in our house.

All I could think was, "My irrational fear just came true!"

Then I remembered, an hour earlier, I jumped a little while pulling her sweatshirt from the basket and into the washer. And jumped again when I transferred it from the washer to the dryer.

I felt like five-second Tom with an intense fear of rodents.

And I say I don't overreact....

5 comments:

Jennifer said...

Can I do a psychiatric profile on you for school next semester? I love you :-)

Kristen@nosmallthing said...

OMG. You need help, my friend. I have to say though, the thought of you putting your hand in the dryer, seeing the fur and screaming in fear totally cracked me up. And I don't even know you. I think you need to desensitize yourself...maybe you should get a ferret or a rat or something for a pet. :) Now that would be all kinds of fun wouldn't it? At least it would be good fodder for the blog.

Katie said...

Why on earth does YOUR daughter even have a sweatshirt with fur around the collar? Did you buy it? I'm beginning to think you have a problem :).

jen@odbt said...

I don't blame you for screaming and running. I once found a live mouse in our washing machine. I kid you not...not to creep you out but the machine was on the 2nd floor of a townhouse. How it got in there still puzzles me. Two beady little eyes looking up at me. I had to call my boyfriend (now husband) to come to my house to get it out.

This is why I always look first before throwing in laundry. The thought of having a dead mouse in my clothes just gives me the heebie jeebies.

Jen said...

oh Katie----how you make me laugh.

And I get to see you in a little over 24 hours.