There is no denying that with two elementary age girls, our house is a crazy mess with loud shrill voices. Sundays are quite literally our day of rest. I take the girls to church, my husband who works long hours, sleeps in and we have a leisurely afternoon. If the weather is decent, I send the girls outside to play.
This particular Sunday, my daughter’s spend about an hour on our trampoline. They come barging in the house, like hungry Vikings, demanding food. The silence of the afternoon is infiltrated with their loud voices. My husband is sighing and attempting to drown out the noise. All of a sudden, as I’m cutting up fresh fruit, my nine-year-old, is holding her finger, shaking, and looking quite horrified. That’s when I see something moving through her thick blond hair.
“Sister! Hold still, there is a bee in your hair!” I tell her.
My poor daughter has a yellow jacket entangled within her hair. Never has a creature so small and so minuscule invoked such terror than that of a bee. She screams bloody murder at the very top of her lungs. I pick up an envelope and start batting at her hair, attempting to save her from this horrifying situation.
Meanwhile, my husband just hears screaming. Turning around, annoyed and with rolling eyes, he barks. “Be Quiet!”
Panicking, unable to get the bee out of her hair, I start yelling. “Honey, she has a bee in her hair. Help!”
My husband, survivalist and ex-military, rushes over to us. He bends her head down, rolls up a magazine and starts beating her hair. I start beating her hair. She’s standing there in our kitchen, screaming and crying while we are beating her hair with magazines! It finally, flips out of her hair and my husband, the hunter, gives it a swift death.
She looks at us with eyes full of tears, her hair a mess of blonde tangles, a bee sting on her finger and gives us a big smile. She knows us. She knows we are there to shield and protect her and come hell or high water, we always will. She knows as we all know, that this is just another day in our crazy family life and come tomorrow, we are going to be laughing about it! We live our everyday, mundane and somewhat simple life, with humor.
