repellent
embrace the challenge
or else you will lose your mind
while cleaning his room
I have never actually been rock-climbing. I have a hard enough time just walking normally without falling on my ass. I must say, though, that some rock-climbing equipment sure would come in handy around the house. Especially when trying to make my way into/across/around the wee one’s bedroom.
Sharply cleated shoes would help me get a toe-hold amongst the wreckage of plastic. And some rope life-lines would be nice for the times I fear the legos might actually swallow me alive. I also think some of those ice-climbing pick-axe things would be nice. I could just toss one of those babies into the wall and heave myself to safety.
This death-defying, horizontal bedroom navigation is really taking a toll on my ankles and heels. There are only so many times a foot can take stepping on a small green toy soldier before just completely giving way.
Did you even see the Malcolm in the Middle where Dewey and his dad spent all day creating a lego wonderland in their living room, and the mom comes home from work, trips on something, and destroys the whole thing in a slow-motion, Godzilla kind of scene, waving her arms, and slow-motiony roaring?
This happens to me everyday in the wee one’s room. But if I had some rope, a pick-axe, just the right shoes, and possibly a backpack full of protein bars, I might be able to endure the rigorous terrain.
That, or I could box all the shit up and take it to Goodwill.