The man’s a child at heart.

When I first moved in to where I live now, people were already living in the house.  Those people (this time my husband is included).  So, naturally, there were some things already done (you know, furniture put in places it did or did not belong, a curtain here, a stack of towels there) and of course, a lot left undone.  A single dad with four kids–come on, it was a full on bachelor pad, if you disregarded the random pink underwear, headless Barbies, or the American girl on the kitchen floor, complete with the knotty never’ll-be-the-same-again hair.  Basically, it needed a woman’s touch.  I was just that woman.

Just before we were married, my husband was adding a third floor to the house (a floor which I really like.  He has good taste.  Hi honey!).  In this project, one thing was left undone for which I am ever grateful.  He was in talks with the builder about putting a pole from the third floor to the second floor.  Like a fireman’s pole–nothing else (you dirty girl; but now that you mention it?).  This would be for the kids to grab onto and slide down to their little heart’s content.  Where would it end up you ask?  In the master bedroom closet.  Yes, indeed.  They’d grip onto that pole, wrap their little legs around it, let go, and seconds later be in my closet peeking their heads out at all sorts of ungodly times.

“Mom and Dad are just wrestling, kids!  We do this a lot!”

Needless to say, it did not happen.  Do you hear the Hallelujah chorus in the background?  I certainly did.  I remember him telling me about this unfinished business of his (I still think he has this dream for a future home) as if I would be disappointed.  Disappointed?!  Ecstatic is more like it!  Not that I’m anti-children’s fun (or am I?) but I am anti-children’s fun when the fun is happening one place, and seconds later, without warning, that fun is at my back door, literally.  It’s just bad feng-shui.

So, it is with my husband in mind, that I post this picture.  I love it and would absolutely give it the thumbs-up in a future home.  I suppose it could be a bit of a danger with a waddling toddler nearby, but at the moment, that’s neither here nor there.