Okay peeps, I need everyone to stop what they’re doing and give me a round of applause. Why?
Because yesterday I did something I never thought I would do in my life. Like EVER!
Cowboy and I were living blissfully in our tee-niny mobil home. It’s a Sunday and he had already left to play golf. BTW, he was quite the golfer. More times than not he paid for our groceries with winnings from those lush greens. But he laid that sport to rest when our Boy Wonder picked up his first pole vaulting pole and had his dad following him all over the country. Boy Wonder, if you’re reading this you need to know that your dad never regretted giving up his life of golf to travel with you. Not for one second. And you also need to know that I was your biggest fan, not him. So there.
Every family has to divide and conquer and learn to navigate their life that was once filled with adult dinner parties, adult vacations and whatever else adulting you once did to donning your cheetah print-parent hat that included tee-ball, dance recitals and sleepovers.
Cowboy was with Boy Wonder and I was living my life vicariously thru our Sweet Girl. Great memories that filled this mama bear’s heart right up! (insert heart emoji)
Anyhoo, Sundays in our tiny abode always consisted of Cowboy chasing after a little white ball and me sleeping until I had to drag myself out of bed and pretend that I had been productive while he was gone. And I had a system. He would leave early in the morning and I would sleep until 30 minutes before he was due to come home. Which was usually right before lunch. I would hop out of bed, take a quick shower, put some lipstick on and spray the house with a lemon air freshener. No one’s the wiser and he would think that I had been cleaning while he was gone, heehee.
I was heading back to my dressing room (yes, even a tiny home can have a dressing room if you get creative like my Cowboy did.)
Visit this story from my archives to read about it:
As I was saying, I was walking down the hall when I stepped on something that felt like a cattle prod was placed under my foot. Sweet Jesus! What in the heck?!
Owie, owie owie!
My foot was on fire!
What had I just stepped on? I looked down and saw some sort of creepy crawly thing that had a curled tail. I’ve never seen such a thing before but holy moly did it pack a punch! What did I ever do to deserve that?
I immediately call Cowboy to come and rescue me.
ME: You have to come home! I’ve just been attacked by something and it bit me on my foot.
COWBOY: I’m almost there. Are you ok?
ME: No I’m not okay! My foot feels like it’s going to explode.
COWBOY: What was it?
ME: I have no idea! I’ve never seen it before. It’s brown and has a curled tail. And, I’m pretty sure it hissed at me!
COWBOY: Where are you now?
ME: What do you mean, where am I? Where do you think I am? I’ve locked myself in the bathroom so it can’t get me again.
….to be continued next Sunday y’all