My house is a disaster.
This isn't exactly shocking since I have 3 bedraggled children that run haywire through this house like 3 tiny whirlwinds leaving chaos whenever they depart, everyday, from 6 a.m. to 8 p.m.
Sometimes Jay and I make an effort to pick up some of the more dangerous landmines before heading to bed.
But, for the most part, it turns into a late night competition similar to Hunger Games. Except this is more dangerous and I'm guessing more fun.
It starts out with turning off all the lights in the house and then bolting as fast as possible to our room. Doesn't matter what path you decide to take (kitchen or living room) because both are deadly. (Although the kitchen takes you through the playroom and that's like kicking a grenade that failed to deploy properly. You're just asking for it.)
First one to the safety of our bedroom is declared the winner.
It's rare that I win this competition. I'm naturally klutzy and I freak out already thinking I'm going to be attacked, so I always trip, stub my toe or run into a wall.
More often than not, I run into the wall. No blood yet, so that's a plus!
This is better than playing a board game. Married life, with kids, is awesome.
Maybe not awesome, but you have to make the small things fun or else you just go nuts.
I'll probably clean the house tomorrow. I'm not a 100% what color my carpet is anymore. Plus, our game has taken on a new competitive edge since I just purchased a large bag of gigantic Lego's for my kids to play with and it's spread strategically throughout the house.
Wish me luck.