A Little Adjutment to the Eyes on the Back of My Head

It's a typical Thursday. The holiday break is over, we're back to doing our schoolwork and housework. I won't even get into the mountain that is the laundry and the dishes that tower over my sink. Hubby went off to work and I figured I'd better get on with the day - a peaceful house, snuggled up pup - ahhhh! That lasted 5 minutes in the bathroom before a sweet little girl voice said, "Mom, watcha doin', can I come in?" Realize, people, I tend to use sarcasm as a super-power, so my response was quite normal for my family.

"Nah, sweetie, that won't work right now. I'm having the eyes on the back of my head adjusted and it might not be fun to look at."

"Oh. Um, when your done, you should have a Creamsicle. It'll make you feel better."

I heard loud running down the hall and my little girl waking her brother in her Irish whisper, "Josh! Josh! Listen! Mom's having the eyes on the back of her head adjusted! Josh! I knew they were real, I knew it! We better watch out today! Mom's been a little off her game because of the holidays, she'll be ready to roll now!"

Yes, they do think I have eyes in the back of my head. Thanks to my microwave facing the kitchen table. When I'm cooking dinner, I can see their reflections and I tend to reprimand while keeping my head down and not turning around. It completely freaks them out! They also haven't realized that the little "kid mirror" in my car is to watch them, not to check my makeup, so the same rule applies in the car. Ha!