Everyday I’m Shuffling :|

I’ve been on the verge of a full-scale laughing fit all day. I’m not entirely sure why, but I’m guessing the self-inflicted sleep deprivation has something to do with it.

It began last night when, during an intimate moment with the Lad, I called him Spock. It’s not my fault. I blame it squarely on that single wayward eyebrow hair of his that caught my attention (and nearly took out my eye). “Spock” I struggled to say through peals of hysterical laughter, as fat jolly tears rolled down my face. The laughing fit was eventually stifled, along with the ‘intimate moment’ by the time I was done with tweaking his eyebrows and laughing anew…

spock

And before it seems the whole purpose of this post is to poke fun at the Lad and his eyebrows (they’re really not abnormal at all, it was just ONE stray upward-curving hair that set the whole thing off…) I should probably get to the point.

Inappropriate laughing fits.

I’m not sure how common they are amidst the general population, but I have suffered from this affliction for as long as I can remember. And truly, it’s no laughing matter, my gut-wrenching chauffles really have caused distress at times.

Most prominent example? The time my sister and 15-year-old niece arrived for an impromptu visit and revealed that my niece was having a baby. I know they were expecting me to understand the predicament, as I too was once a teen mum. They were probably hoping for understanding, advice, or something half-way rational to come out of my mouth at least…

Instead, I gave a wee anxious giggle. Which erupted into a snort. Which was followed up by a full-scale laughing fit to such intensity that I was absolutely incapacitated. Unable to speak or even close my mouth to swallow back the drool. My family walked out of the house, and I could do nothing to stop them. They walked out, and didn’t speak to me for six months.

So, this is me when I’m sleep-deprived. A village idiot! A shuffling, chuckling crazy cat lady with a tendency to laugh during inappropriate moments! And when will that crazy kick in next? During the midst of a parent/teacher interview? A supermarket checkout queue?

I should probably think about having an early night sometime soon. Tonight, in fact, would be ideal. After all, tomorrow is grocery shopping day.