Oftentimes when I’m navigating across our living room — and even more so when I’m trying to exit our baby’s room without waking him up — I feel like I’m in a real-life version of the game Frogger, hopping around the myriad toys and books and pieces of furniture in order to avoid the demise of the bottoms of my feet. Or even more heart-stoppingly, to avoid waking up the baby I just finally got to sleep.
How I imagine I look trying to traverse Drew’s nursery in the dark, after putting him asleep again at 11:30 a.m. (and again at 3:30 a.m.):
Of course, even when I manage to sidestep all of the musical toys and other death traps laid out by our two kids, I will oh-so-carefully open the door… only to KICK IT WITH MY FOOT. Loudly. *Sigh*