The Rocket, The Ball, The Rake

With the added benefit of sleep in the house, I’ve had tried desperately not to change any of the things that happened to gain sleep. Or at least the things we’ve been doing while sleep was obtained. Meaning, I have no idea why Alex is sleeping, but I “ain’t” jinxing a thing!

So, while Zach was back to work, I picked up Alex from school with Ben and Violet in tow. Getting home recently resulted in play outside with Zach and Alex. So…I made that happen. The younger two decided that rest was on their agenda, making outside even easier. The weather was nice, I wasn’t tired, rejuvenated by my new found desire to reproduce…sleep.

We played with a rocket. The kind where you pump a tube and it shoots of a foam rocket that whistles in the air. It doesn’t go too far, not hard at all. We were having fun. Both Alex and I decided that it would be fun to see what we could hit. The front door, the Christmas lights still adorning the side of our house. Easy enough; door – done. Christmas lights – done. It ricochets onto the roof. Sigh.

Out comes the huge round orange ball. Apparently I’ve decided I could bounce the rocket off of the roof. Really, I need to rethink things sometime. So, we (I) threw the ball on the roof. To my amazement, it actually did catch the rocket and bounce it. Into. The. Gutter.

As I return with a rake, another brilliant idea, I hear a giggle and see the orange ball happily bouncing down the middle of the street in the cul-de-sac, down hill, towards the open space. I sprint as giggles continue behind me. The ball will stop at the end of the cul-de-sac, right. Yeah. No. Into the cul-de-sac I run, chasing the large orange, not so brilliant that I decided to use it, ball into the dried weeds of open space.

I return triumphant. Alex seems impressed. I grab the rake and begin fishing the rocket out of the gutter. All my hard work pays off with smiles on Alex’s face with the tip of the rocket peering over the edge of the gutter. Just one quick swipe in the right direction and we’re back in business. As I turn to cheer with Alex, the rake hits the rocket in the wrong direction.

It’s now officially IN the gutter. I don’t have a latter tall enough.

I decide this is a job better suited for daddy.

In fact, now that I have shin splits from my little jaunt, my left rear cheek aches, and I feel more out of shape than ever, I’ve decided that all of that would have been better suited for daddy. Next time, I’m going to do some free play instead.

Tagged as: Alex, Motherhood, playtime, Sleep