Sunday Morning With the Bigley Family

Every Saturday for nearly three years, I have spent the night with my aunt and her hilarious bunch. And every Saturday for nearly three years, I have had the most interesting Sunday mornings of my life. This last Sunday was no exception. I woke up at around 6:30 to the sounds of the piano being banged on gleefully, possibly by a little girl in spandex pants and a bathrobe. Meet Mae. She's seven. She's something special. About that time, I heard a young boy screaming at little Mae. "SHUT UP, MAE! EVERYONE'S ASLEEP! YOU'RE GONNA WAKE THEM UP!" That would be a little boy in camouflage underwear. Meet Kyler. He's also something special. Well, I rolled back over to try and sleep through the chaos, but after a few minutes, I quickly realized that Mae had found another instrument. A toy flute. Oh, the joy. I put the pillow over my ears and shut the door, hoping to eliminate some of the noise. No dice. As I rolled over again, I realized that both of the dogs and both of the cats were in the room with me, staring at me intently. I sat up and warned Artie (boy-dog) with my eyes not to lick me. It seemed to be in slow motion, but I watched his tongue come out of his mouth and inch its way up my arm.
     "Okay, that's it." I got up and let them all out, only to be hit in the head with a toy of unknown origin. As I set out to find the thrower of the toy, I tripped over a hula hoop and sent myself plummeting over a cat, and onto the floor. Both kids were in the living room by this time, laughing hysterically over something they had done or stuck something to. I let out a deep, knowing sigh. Just another Sunday with the Bigley's.