Demons vanquished (or at least squished a little)
The demon of the playroom has finally been vanquished. For now. It's a huge achievement for me and I'm patting myself on the back. I reach the nirvana of everything in it's place (and broken and unloved toys sneakily disposed of) a couple of times a year. It took me 3 days of solid hard graft this time while the kids played and left me to it, throwing me the odd pitying look that said 'She's at it again, let's just leave her to her madness'.
This particular demon seems to work in totally the opposite way from the demon in the Poltergeist film. Instead of sucking everything into the playroom (which would be nice as it would be doing at least half of the job for me) it whirls things around in there and spews things out all over the rest of the house. The demon in Poltergeist also abducted children, which is a tempting thought at times, as long as I could have them back unharmed when I'm ready for them.
The amount of time I spend picking things up off the floor leads me to conclude that there is another demon at work, who spends all his time (got to be a 'he') putting things on the floor for me to pick up. Maybe it's only a mischievous demon trying to be helpful, I mean it has obviously spent a lot of time watching what I do and, seeing that I spend so much time picking things up, he has decided that either I enjoy it or that it is part of my function and role in life, without which I'd be lost.
Then there's the elves. You may have them too. What they do is to steal something important, like car keys or glasses, and keep them for themselves just long enough for you to notice they are missing, at which point they follow you around in your frantic search for them and will only relinquish them when you've looked in the same place three or four times. They will then put them in that very place, leaving you muttering 'But I looked there already'. St Anthony can occasionally be relied upon to make them put things down. I've no idea how as I don't believe in him, but that doesn't seem to matter. if you are absolutely desparate you can ask for his help and things appear. Of course there may be a perfectly rational explanation for both phenomena to which Occam's razor can be applied and which doesn't involve either elves or saints.
3 comments:
ohhh.... I had one of those elf moments! I was trying to escape from a disasterous attempt to join in with a spinning group of frowning older folks with my noisy littles! Where, oh where had I put the van keys? Of course they were under Miyuki, who I had just settled into her car seat, only to have to get her out and check underneath her. I went under with a hand (loath to get her out and try to get her back in again), but they weren't there until I got her all the way out!
My DH also had no keys for about a month because they were on the key hooks at my parents house (where you'd expect them to be, but you don't expect such a large bunch of keys to be invisible for that long!) He couldn't let himself into his own house for a month, and that is on top of being relegated to sleeping in the single section of our cobbled together bed, with Freya and a Barbie duvet. What further humiliations will he have to content himself with? :-D Good thing he's a patient man with not too many pretensions for being treated like a professor (which he is at work) ... I think we are all here at home to help keep him level ;-)
Hehehe!
hiya darling , you've landed back at home then :)
hope you had a really good time.
Just letting you know that our blog page has had a bit of a re-vamp :)
dawny (((sending hugs)))
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