All I Can Do Is Just Laugh

Tiffanie and I don't get our homework done until far later than we should. I'm not quite as bad as her, as I don't take a nap at 11 pm for to have energy to do more homework at 2 in the morning, but still. We're always the last asleep in our dorm family.

Yesterday gave us a little insight as to why you ought not do homework at such a late hour.

I was working on an English assignment, getting close to completion but still frustratingly far. She was doing I don't know what, most likely Chinese as that's all Tiffanie ever seems to do, and she stood up to grab an orange juice bottle.

Let me set the scene for you. Our bedroom has a shelf that runs all the way from the window to the door, a few feet above our desks and quite a few feet below the tack-strip, which is immortalized in my current header. On said shelf we keep things like books, movies, jewelry, and in Tiffanie's case, lots of orange juice. Our desks are crazy messy because we're bums like that, and so I keep all my electronic chargy-thingies, personal letters, important documents, and cookbooks in my pull-out drawer. This was, at the time, pulled out because we had needed a cookbook for to make chicken pot pie earlier in the evening, and heaven forbid I close a drawer 3 hours after I open it.

So Tiffanie grabs her orange juice with a little too much fervor and, for whatever terrible reason, it was slightly open. So, as Murphy would have it, the slightly open bottle of orange juice dives out of her hand and into my drawer filled with electronics and important documents. I didn't even notice until Tiffanie starts frantically apologizing and taking out dripping cookbooks and putting them on my towel on the floor conveniently right there. (And I thought leaving my towel on the floor was a bad idea!)

I look over and see my two old iPods swimming in an orange juice pool and everything just in the absolute worst location for a liquid spill and just start laughing. I helped her, of course, and we cleared the electronics and papers out, pushing the pendaflex hangers as far as they could go. But by the time we got to drying the drawer out and drying the electronics off for to avoid water damage, I was laughing waaaay to hard to be of any assistance. Tiffanie made some noise that was a cross between a laugh and a sob, asking me why I was laughing, which is understandable. I mean, I could have lost a lot of irreplaceable and/or expensive things.

Truth be told, I don't know why I thought it was so funny. But I couldn't start homework for about ten minutes afterwards because I was still fighting off giggles. I would say "I wouldn't have laughed if it had been more serious", but I think I might have, actually. Probably would have laughed even harder. Ideally, this is a sign that my sense of humor is awesome and that I will, in the future, be the kind of mother who laughs when her house is covered in marker, then clean up with the kids and teach them their lesson, as opposed to breaking down in tears or screaming. But that's probably not it, either.

I think we just need to get to bed earlier. And probably stop putting open bottles of orange juice on the shelf above our laptops and homeworks and beds.
"I Just Laugh" is by Never Shout Never. I've never heard the song, but the lyrics seem wonderful.