It was just one of those mornings that tried to wring the sanity right out of me. We were tired yet restless, silly yet sensitive, cute yet obnoxious, hotter than you-know-what yet recovering from colds, etc.
And just darn bored. There was so much to be done and yet I just couldn't bring myself to do any of it with a little one trailing my every step ("Me-you, me-you, me-you!") and two not-quite-as-little-ones moving between playing and fighting every five seconds.
SOOOO . . .
I decided to rearrange the playroom, fort-style.
James helped.
Then James climbed.
Bethany jumped.
Ben crawled.
Then he decided we needed some literature to keep us company on our stake-out.
James guarded the entrance with his life.
Later, we ate lunch in the fort.
I like forts. They provide creative yet very controlled shelter.
If there is one thing I like, it's creative yet controlled things.
Better than a tent. They are sturdier. Plus, they don't fall on me like that one time in my grandma's backyard when we were having a cousin sleepover. (though that is still a favorite childhood memory)
To end, a quote (don't worry, this won't become habit with all posts...even though I ended the last post with one too . . .)
This quote is less representative of the world in which I was raised and more representative of the world into which I married. : )
Um...it's also less of a quote and more of a...quotable scene?
Chandler: What are you doing?
Joey: Nothing.
Chandler: You built a fort, didn't you?
Joey: Kinda.
Chandler: (finds something amidst all Ross's boxes) Oh my gosh! The air purifier! Ross's air purifier! All I heard through four years of college was mmmmmhmmmmmhmmmm.
Joey: Dude, you should've gone out once in a while.
Chandler: I hate this thing!
Joey: Come on, Chandler, Ross is our friend. He needs us right now, so why don't you be a grown-up and come and watch some TV in the fort!?!
I am glad that, in my grown-up world, I still get to play in forts too.
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