Friday, June 29, 2012

DIY Tight Rope

 The temperature that registered on my car's dashboard yesterday.  Yikes!
Connor preparing to compete in the backstroke event at yesterday's meet.

Ever since becoming a mom, I've found personal hygiene to be a chore.  Trying to squeeze in a shower while tending to four little ones is no easy task.  As they've grown older, things have gotten easier.  I can leave them (somewhat) unattended while I rush through a rinse off.  I've learned that taking a shower is a risk.  If mayhem, injury, or disagreement is going to happen, it will happen when I'm in the shower.


Today, I noticed all four boys getting along swimmingly.  I sensed my opportunity.  I snuck into my bedroom and stripped off my sweaty running clothes.  I slipped into the shower and savored the blasts of warm water saturating my skin.  I indulged in about five minutes of pure heaven before pulling myself out.


As I was drying off, I heard the sounds of cheering filtering from outside my door.  I shuffled out of the bathroom so I could listen more clearly to the words.  I heard four little voices chanting, "Do It.  Do It.  Do It."


Warning bells blared in my head.


I dashed out into the hall and gasped at the scene.  Chris's exercise bands were wrapped around the top stair banisters.  Cooper stood next to one end of the bands.  A pile of pillows and blankets were strewn underneath the bands and along the stairs.  Cooper's brothers stood at the base of the stairs, smiling as they gazed upward at the scene.


I almost didn't want to ask, but I had to know.  I screamed, "What's going on here?"


Caleb quickly answered, "Cooper made a tight rope and is about to walk across."


Needless to say, the "tight rope" was dismantled on the spot and Cooper's show was canceled, permanently.


Later, I recounted this story to another mom of boys.  She replied, "Well, at least they thought of the pillows for the landing."


It was too soon to laugh.

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