Monday, March 23, 2015

We Take Lazy Seriously Around Here

So, it's yet another Monday morning, and nobody wants to be awake and out of bed, but what we want doesn't matter.  You gotta do what you gotta do!

Anyway, we are all feeling particularly lazy this morning and perhaps a little grumpy too.

So grumpy, in fact, that an all out war of comfort happened and the battle is still raging on.

You read it correctly.  We are in fact fighting about who is most comfortable and best at being lazy.

It all started because Two-zy had to go and drag the laundry basket over by the fire, hop inside it, and then lied down in it and declared, loudly, that he was "so comfortable."  

Of course, The Pizzmeister, not to be outdone, was vehement that his technique of laying on the couch with his feet up on the back was more comfortable, and I didn't want to be left out, so I said I was most comfortable as I sat and drank my coffee drowsily. 

Then things got heated.

I was told, under no uncertain terms, that I was not in the running to be deemed the most comfortable or laziest because I was drinking coffee and they were just laying there.  Then a big, ridiculous argument started about which brat was most comfy and lazy.

Unfortunately, Two-zy lost on the lazy department because he dragged his perch to where he wanted it, which is definitely not lazy, but the argument about who is most comfy is still going strong.

I doubt they will ever come to an agreement over this silly argument, but I am looking at the dog smugly laying in front of the fire, looking as if she didn't have a care in the world, and I give my vote to the mongrel.  I mentioned this to the brats, and it didn't go over well.

Friday, March 13, 2015

It's Worth The Mess it Creates

I feel kind of embarrassed to say this, but since becoming a dad I honestly believe that I have learned more from my brats than I have taught them.

For instance, it took having my boys for me to realize that the smallest things are truly some of the most worth while things, like a patch of grass after a month or two of snow or a mud puddle to drive trucks through.

The other day, The Pizzmeister shined with joy while waiting for the bus to school all because there was a tiny patch of grass that he could stand on while waiting.  To me it was nothing more than a muddy patch of ground with a little grass on it, but he recognized it as something new and exciting that needed to be celebrated.

So, we did a dance on the only patch of grass in our yard.

Then as the snow continued to melt and more and more muddy patches showed up his excitement continued to grow.

He didn't see it all as mud to be dreaded for the mess it makes, but as so many opportunities for fun. There are puddles for splashing in, puddles for jumping in, and puddles to drive his trucks through. "Dad, this is almost as good as Christmas," he exclaimed this morning.

I didn't get it right away, and I said, "Oh,come on, buddy! You're making a mess!"

"But, dad, it's worth it!  We're having so much fun!"

This made me stop and think, and you know what?  The brat was right, it was worth the mess we were creating.  We were having fun and living in the moment, and that is so worth any of the mess that might come up.