The kids are running around the living room with their nerf guns. They love to do this on a daily basis. Most assuredly, this gets on my nerves if they get too carried away with it, but I also know that after our schoolwork is done that they need to blow off a little steam. It seems harmless enough, right?
Well today, the phone rings, and it's one of my oldest (as in longevity), and dearest friends in the world, Elise. I only get to chat with her every few months, so it's rather special to have the chance to catch up. My boys knew it was a special call, because I have lots of hand signals to get this clear message across. I am also a finger snapper. When I want to get my children's attention without having to use my words, I just turn around and snap my fingers a couple of times, and then signal them to be quiet. Now, after many years of training, the boys hear a crisp finger snap, and all heads turn my direction. Well... all but Roman, he still acts like a cat when I call his name....lol.
So while I am thoroughly enjoying my conversation with Elise, my boys are stealthfully dodging each other on the ground, as nerf bullets are quickly spiraling through the air. Every once in awhile you may hear a child groaning, as they can't die sufficiently without moaning in pain as they hit the floor. Otherwise, Elise was probably pretty cluelesss to the constant battle that was playing out before me, in the background. Or maybe she wasn't, and she was just being polite, as usual, and didn't draw any attention to the chaos. To be honest, I couldn't tell you how loud it really was.
So amid my story, and her quietly listening, I feel a piercing pain in my eye. At first, I'm stunned, and I am not 100% sure what happened, but as the orange nerf dart (that is tipped with scratchy velcro) hits the floor, I realize I've been shot. Not just shot, but right in my bulbous, non-blinking eye. Yeah...that smarts!!
As soon as it happened, silence befell the house. The boys knew that this was against all the war rules....NO SHOOTING MOM IN THE EYE!! So I asked Elise if she would mind holding on as I tried to regain my composure. Although, I could try to hold the pain and the agony deep inside, my eye, on the other hand was pouring out liquid like it was a bladder! I couldn't control all the salty water I was losing, and my eye refused to stay open, no matter how much I mustered up the desire to keep it so.
I really wanted to continue on with our conversation, but Elise being a Mommy as well, knew I should probably get off the phone and self nurse. After all, that's what Moms do, SELF NURSE...
So, this post will end in an apology. Sorry Elise!! Thanks for understanding the sudden soldier down syndrome.....hehehe