Today at breakfast I was overwhelmed by the fact that I live closely with 10 other people.
As T would put it “we’re like up in each other’s grill,” all the time! At one point in
eating my banana there were four different arms reaching around my head and across my plate.
I had a sudden fear my banana was going to get hit and go flying through the air onto
someone else’s plate. Sometimes I just want to stand up and yell “Don’t touch me, stop
touching me, stop it!” Usually as the eleven of us crowd the table (that’s only designed
for 8) we are able to navigate an interested dance of passing and reaching and elbows and
story telling at unnecessary volumes but not this morning.
At one point I finally decided to be proactive and get out of my seat for the Blue Band because Kathleen just wasn’t hearing me. Turns out T was also on the hunt. I grab it for my bread which causes her to turn around and chase it. Realizing her game I playfully passed it back, then of course to further the joke “forgot” I wasn’t finished and retrieved it once more. Outbursts of frustration came from her side of the table however I was determined to have my turn all by myself. Jessica, who had been watching the whole thing, steps in as T becomes unruly. Jess witnessed my recent stomping away from the table almost choking on my banana because T innocently asked to share my chair. Not only can I not have tea without spilling I have to do it with someone one my lap. Predicting an illogical reaction from myself, Jess hurls herself at T to prevent interruption of me spreading my Blue Band. Instinctively I grab the tub and leap over a chair to escape. With a quick shoulder check I see T approaching fast so I make a break for the door. Clutching my bread, Blue Band and a knife I take off round the house as she chases me shouting threats as I throw back snarky retaliations. (I realize running with knives is bad but mom I had no choice other than extreme desperate measures). I round the counter to the back and almost run into June our cook. Stopping abruptly I defend my self with my butt and kindly finish as quickly as possible. I set the tub down and retreat through the back door leaving T on the porch. Huza I have my chair back.
Why we so strongly desire a share of Blue Band I am not sure. It is a product the deceivingly resembles butter or margarine but doesn’t claim to be either anywhere on the label. It accurately reads “rich in vitamin A spread.” We aren’t entirely sure what exactly we are eating. I think I will miss our times around the table t be honest. Ever since Mexico Uganda 2 has had a running joke about John 21:12, sometimes it’s an adventure 🙂
