Sunday, September 16, 2007

Pack it up, Pack it in

So Little Monster has been lurking around all week. Our Papa Monster, Clyde, was in Atlanta this past week on the new job site. This left Little Monster, Princess Poo and I to man the fort. The week started off pretty OK, Little Monster was unsure of all the packing and he laid low for a couple days. Now that all of his precious toys and treasures are under siege Little Monster is in attack mode.
How dare I pack up his toys? Even worse how dare I pack up the pictures from his walls? I can hardly blame Little Monster for being upset. Little Monster was a sad sight today, sitting on his slide crying that it didn't work. How can a slide not work? Well, because it was laying flat on the ground having been taken apart by Pop. What a sight, tears streaming down his face, snot bubbles in his nose, wailing that his slide didn't work.
Tomorrow I board a plane and take leave of Utah. Will airport security let little Monster through? Are horns considered dangerous weapons? Say a prayer, not so much for us but for the poor people we'll be sitting by on both our flights. Poor unsuspecting travelers. A mom with two kids sits next to them, we all smile, Tate coos. Twenty minutes into the flight Turner is ripping at his hair screaming about not wanting a new house and Tate has sprayed poop on everyone in a two row radius. Lord please protect the innocent.
I am sure we'll survive the flights. We'll arrive in Louisiana where my secret weapon awaits, Booyah. Turner will be distracted from all the chaos in his life once he and Booyah have time to play. I will get a sweet break and some rest before it all starts again.
I can not wait to see the house Pop picked out for us. Little Monster will be excited to inhabit and new lair. He may be swinging form the rafters, if I don't stick him in a box first. Wish us luck, we're about to start the second leg of our adventure. What wonders will Georgia hold for us? I look forward to exploring all the new places with Little Monster, Princess Poo, and Clyde tormenting me the whole way.

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