When I decided to pull apart a leaky lap-desk so I could stuff it with regular stuffing, all the static-riddled saxophone* balls were literally JuMpInG out of the garbage bag I was trying to dump them into! They were sticking to my hand, my arm and crawling up into my hair! Then the garbage bag slid out of my hands and more saxophone* balls spilled into the floor.....and got on the stoic dog at my feet. I could have gotten my knickers in a wad over it. But, then two little girls saw the "snowy" mess and started laughing at me and at the dog. They squealed in delight at the stickiness of that snow and really, really, really wanted to play.
*saxophone=styrofoam in Claire's language!
And me, being who I am.....I let them. And, I laughed with them! And took pictures. Because it was a nice break in our hectic lives right now.
We needed a break....but daddy came out of his office and thought I'd lost my mind! He is one of those people that absolutely would not have let anyone play in this and make a bigger mess.
He wouldn't let two southern girls pretend that it was snowing in the living room!
Or cover the dog and laugh their heads off at the look of it!
He doesn't understand the fun factor here! Or that I don't mind vacuuming, 'cause that is like therapy for me!
And he needed to go back in his office and take a pill and sit at his desk {which isn't any neater than the living room floor in my opinion} and not see what was happening in the other room.
When it was over, I vacuumed up. Yes, I vacuumed the dog! And yes, she sat there for the vacuuming, just like she laid in the middle of the ruckus.....'cause that's how Georgia rolls! The Little Girls {nick name for two small sister-dogs we have}, attempted to stay away from said ruckus. They are little prissy and should have headed back to the office with Daddy!
And yes, I am still finding little "saxophone" balls in odd places every now and then. But, they just remind me of a good time! And laughing little girls. And teen boys watching from the stairs. Too cool to play, but it was fun to watch, I guess.
So stress-relieving? Or do you need to go hide with Paul?