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?
14 comments:
Good luck with that room cleaning. And stick to your guns on that one.
I hope you feel ok in the morning.
Oh, HONEEEY. I ache all over for you after reading this.
Hippo playing hopscotch, indeed.
hmmm, yes, I do believe I've heard that before. OUCHEE!!! Poor little car. Okay, okay, I'm tryin to look at both sides here.
Seriously, I feel your pain. :(
Oh my gosh. I know it is terrible of me to admit it, but I had to giggle when I read this because I could just see myself doing the same thing. On the floor trying to get up. If that happened to me I would know if I should laugh or cry. Im just glad your ok..
Oh my gosh!! You are going to be sore tomorrow!!
For his (and your) sake I hope his room is spotless tomorrow!
Ouch! Hope the foot is better today.
a good soak in a cool pool might help those bruises...take the boy swimmin nanaw!!
:-D
Bahahaha---I'm so sorry Brenda, but I can't stop laughing! This post is so fabulous!
We banned legos in our home after I bruised a bone in my heel.
Told the grandparents, "if you insist on buying legos, then they stay at YOUR house!"
I am afraid after that, that the terrorist would have a few less hot wheels to worry about picking up!
That was an adventure, right at home.
Brenda,leave the acrobatics to the professionals will ya!! It would be pretty embarrassing having to go to the ER to get a hot wheel removed from your butt!
Those cotton-pickin' little cars hurt like all get out, don't they? We've got a slew of them at our house, too.
Hey, when you figure out how to get him to clean his room, tell me so I can use it on my two kids.
:)
The only thing that hurts worse than those darn cars are those even more darned LEGOS! They dig right into a person's foot with their sharp little corners. But every time I start to throw one away in a fit of rage, I remember how much each one of the little beggars costs....
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