Not long ago, I was uncustomarily whining about how we were trapped indoors most of the time. Because, here in Turkeywaddle, Florida, it’s a balmy 145 degrees in the shade. And, it seems, that my son is allergic to grass. And air. Not to mention most of the major food groups.
But, I’m not one to complain.
In the comments section, Christy from After a Cup of Coffee suggested that I get a mini-trampoline so that Junior could burn off a little energy. Indoors. Thus saving my chandeliers and priceless family heirlooms from the destruction caused by a housebound toddler. With a thirst for violence.
(Dear Potential Burglars, I really don’t have any chandeliers, or priceless family heirlooms. I do, however, have a gift of exaggeration. And really taut abs.)
Just so you know, Fiddledaddy reads all of your comments. How do I know? Because the day of that post, he wandered through the house, and seeing Jensen hanging upside-down from the armoire, he mentioned that we might want to follow that commenter’s suggestion and get a mini-trampoline.
And then, my friends, he went on to order not one, not two, but three mini-trampolines. One for each child. Their own little trampoline. After doing his research, he determined that Walmart.com had the best prices. And they have site to store shipping, so we don’t have to pay shipping costs.
Which is really fortunate, because a trip to the ER can be a little pricey. So I hear. And it’s nice to save a penny wherever I can.
He went to pick them up today. He had me helping assist him in the general assembly, while he warned the children to stand way way back. Because the instructions warned of “moderate to severe injury/ or death” could occur if not assembled correctly.
Causing Cailey to quip, “Mom, I hope you’re not going to get damaged.”
No one was killed during the assembly process, I’m happy to report. And within a few minutes, I had three children bouncing on each of their respective mini-trampolines. In my family room.
And by the way, my beloved leather furniture looks terrific on the lawn.
On a positive note, since the floor is no longer visible, vacuuming will even more infrequent.
Just for sport, I even commandeered a trampoline. And discovered that my bladder and kidney haven’t quite recovered from the 40 plus pounds I gained with each pregnancy. And gravity is no longer my friend.
The bouncing of the children continued throughout the afternoon, and picked up after dinner.
Note to self: impose a 30 minute waiting period after pizza is consumed. Just sayin’.
The children were all asleep within minutes of collapsing into bed. Which may be the only time I’ll have to bounce until my hearts content. Or I lose bladder control. Whichever comes first.
So, thank you Christy for giving Fiddledaddy the idea. And thank you Fiddledaddy for not listening to me.
And thank you Depends, for a very fine product.