Daliesque mornings

I couldn't pull myself out of bed to prepare breakfast and or pack lunch. It makes me feel a bit guilty, even though it ideally shouldn't, but still. 

I woke up to my doorbell, which is rather odd, because I'm never expecting anyone to come lunging into my house in mornings. Thankfully the doorbell is a sonorous little twang and didn't manage to usurp my waking dreams.

Who could it be? Not the cat surely, he doesn't care much about the doorbell. 

There were three little kids, dripping with sweat and grinning, holding the cat. 

Apparently they intercepted the cat while coming upstairs and thought it a brilliant idea to present him to me clutched in their childish vice like grip. 

The eldest one was seven and the youngest kid was five, two boys and a girl, (Prince, Pearl and Pearce ) and they stood grinning, sweating holding out the cat, who eventually meowed himself to be let in and then disappeared in the folds of my sunlit living room. 

What am I supposed to do with three little kids, just standing outside?

Of course I know these children, I've often seen them running up and down the stairs, with their mother in tow, apologizing about their noise and generally being apologetic each time I greet her. 'I'm sorry about the din my children make' She'd say. 

'Think nothing of it, they're kids' I'd say, and with a casual wave of hands I'd dismissed her apologies. 

Well, today, seeing as the three little lucifers stood outside the door, I let them in, and offered them chocolates. 

Big mistake- the letting them in part not the chocolate part. 

They came, they saw, they turned my house upside down and it wasn't even 9:00am yet. 

I was sorry for poor Gogi, for they lifted the cat with his ears, played him like a marionette, squeezed and cajoled him like a clay figurine. 

Fiddled with my PlayStation remotes, did unspeakable things to my roomba, and pointed in every direction asking 'what is this?'..it is a cricket ball, a tube of cream, a souvenir from Vienna, a flute, a sports watch, a dumbbell, a rolling pin, a coaster, a beer keg, a pack of playing cards..

Uhh, I'd to play them my ukulele to have them quiet down and become a bit docile. 

After fifteen minutes of uke strumming, they'd finally calmed down, and decided to leave the premises and go back home to do their homework. 

Their summer vacations are on, which means I'll hear my doorbell ringing more often than I'd like. 

In the one hour that these kids flowed into my house, I felt like my whole world was going upside down. 

I realized with a heavy heart, why their mother keeps apologizing. 

They didn't misbehave, they were just naughty as kids are supposed to be. 

My heart goes to the poor cat, who looks every bit as shell shocked as me, and is now asleep under the couch. 

I'm sorry Gogi, I'll do well to hide you when these marauders embark on another giggling home invasion.