I stumbled into bed, or at least, I tried to stumble. My collapse was stopped by a pair of giant-wooden-ninja-practice-swords that were folded across my side of bed. My husband slept peacefully on the weapon free side, which made me feel like he was to blame. He is, after all, the arms dealer of our house. I put the swords away (on the floor), I moved to my pillow, but a small furry object once again blocked my path. The dog had decided that my pillow would make a lovely napping spot, and I haven’t bathed her in weeks.
“Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing.” –Helen Keller
Lately the dog has suffered more injustices than just not being washed (who am I kidding? she revels in the smell of death and rotting flesh. Roadkill is her Chanel No. 5). Q has been continuing his quest to “get Snickers”. He thinks it’s great fun to chase the little dog around the house with turkey basters, bicycle pumps, and toy tractors. She spends her days napping with one eye warily open.
Sheldon would be smart to spend his days napping too, but instead he is crawling around and getting whacked in the head by a foam sword that his mother stupidly purchased for his older brother in a moment of insanity.
My house is full of danger, and weapons, smelly Yorkshire Terriers, and laughter. The thing is, I wouldn’t want it any other way. I guess I’ve always wanted to live an exciting life, full of danger. I thought about being an international spy, or a corporate executive. I ended up as a mother to boys.
The gift of today? Toy swords. They create a cheery chaos and a spirit of adventure. They’re also good for a laugh.
Today I’m linking up with Chatting at the Sky to unwrap the gift of today. What’s your gift?