The day started off just like any other day. The laughter of sponge bob square pants and my precious little boy laughing right along with that annoying yellow sponge. All of a sudden I hear Jarred my son stomp up the stairs like a herd of elephants. With knowing that walk I instantly went into hiding with my soft blankets over my head just maybe he would think I was still sleeping. But instead I hear this soft devious giggle and then my bed felt like an earthquake, Jarred had jumped right on the middle of the bed. This was not my usual morning greeting. I sat right up and gave Jarred a glare, this must have looked like I had fire in my eyes. I could tell by the reaction that my son gave me. In that same instance this wine came right out of Jarred’s mouth. The sound was like fingers nails on a chalk board, high pitched wails and with an apologetic voice came “Good morning mommy I’m sorry” With his little blue eyes starting to water all I could do was wrap my arms around him and say good morning to him.
We walk in to the disaster zone of a bed room with monster trucks, books and clothes strewn all about. I could feel my body tense up and my temperature increase I was so furious of the way Jarrted’s room looked I could have burst in to flames. I couldn’t even talk to Jarred I picked out a red tee shirt and blue jean shorts. I told Jarred to get dressed in a shout then I stormed out before my temper burst like a bubble. A loud scream came from across the hall, my body jumped. My motherly instinct kicked in, I ran to Jarred to see what happened. Jarred had fallen over his collection of monster trucks that he had pulled out before the sun came up. Jarred was trying to get dressed and was so frustrated with himself all I could do was laugh. This in turn made my son even more distraught. As I made my way through the trucks and dirty clothes that covered his floor to rescue my little boy from being swallowed alive, I told Jarred he was cleaning his room...