Tuesday, August 08, 2006
What Condition My Condition Was In
Three days have passed and I'm still trying to get Zach to clean his room. We thought he had it done by the end of day two, but then I opened the closet. So now he's been banished to the confines of his 4 walls until it's done. And stays done, cause Nanaw is all done playing around with this little terrorist.
I bought him the mesh doo-hickey above in order for him to have another place to stash his "stuff" and earlier today I was standing on his little, short, man-sized sofa to reach the ceiling to screw in a hook. I became frustrated because I couldn't keep my balance and do the screwing at the same time so I hopped down off the sofa thingy (imagine a hippo playing hopscotch here), my right foot landed on one of his never-the-hell-where-it-should-be, sharp, toy cars, causing me to jump before the other foot could land and I ended up bouncing butt first on the floor as my left hand found another of one of the never-the-hell-where-it-should-be cars.
After a string of profanities 2 miles long and a death dagger stare at the car culpret, who was crying, not because he feared his Nanaw was all broken up from the fall, but because he was afraid his toy cars were broken, I tried to keep my dignity as I rolled my old ass around on the floor and finally got to my feet, one of which was throbbing miserably with the imprint of a 1950's classic style hot wheel that had embedded itself there. I then hobbled and limped my way into the living room to lick my wounds,,,,the ones I could reach of course.
He wants to go swimming tomorrow so that room had better be finished by bed time tonight and hopefully I won't need a truck with a winch to get outta the bed in the morning.
I'm getting too damned old for this!,,,,have I said that before?