“The Irony Gods are rolling on the floor right now,” was my comment to Margie as Katherine wailed like the damned for being ejected from her bed to go to school. Margie’s at all-day off-sites, so we arranged for Katherine to attend the on-site child care at her pre-school in the mornings, followed by her class in the afternoon. That meant getting her there by 8 in order to have breakfast.
Now Margie seemed to interpret the comment as meaning that the Irony Gods were laughing at us for our past getting-up sins and tormented howls to our own parents. Pish-tosh. I thought they were laughing at Katherine for all the times she’s dragged one of us out of bed, when all we wanted to do was sleep in, snug under the covers, undisturbed.
Of course, the Irony Gods are equal-opportunity laughers. They have no hesitation about laughing at everyone.