Last night I had the bright idea that I would invite my wife and children to do something that I have not done in a long time. I set the stage with my wife early, letting her know what I had planned but I did not let the kids know until just before the festivities began. This is what I did.
I called my wife just before leaving work and told her I was going to be picking dinner up because I did not want her worrying about cooking dinner. I set up dinner and picked it up, but before going home I hit the store for some ice cream for desert and for extra “motivation” to get things rolling. I got home, fed the kids then told them that once dinner was over I had some sweeties for them to partake of because I needed them to be super hyper in order to get the living room cleared out. They responded well by eating their ice cream then helping me get the living room cleared.
After the living room was cleared I told the kids that there were going to be a few safe zones that they could go into should they need to. Of course, they had no idea why they would need a safe zone or what they would need to be safe from. Nor did they have any idea why they would need to spend time in the penalty box if they did something wrong in the safe zones. Again, they had no idea what this was all about.
Then I told them all to go get one pillow from their room (the older girls needed to bring two) and to set them down in the middle of the living room. Then I had them sit on their pillows. This dispelled any ideas that this was about a sleepover. Then I grabbed one, sat on it myself and told them that they were about to participate in the first Gonzalez family Ultimate Pillow Fighting Championship. The game was afoot and the stage was set.
1-2-3 was counted and we were off. And the carnage came right along with it. Rebekah, Babe Ruth Jr. I like to call her, learned very quickly to tee off on me as though my head were a satellite waiting to be shuttled into outer space. She hit with a purpose and my head was the target. Every time.
Sarah was a tad more restrained, but not by much. Aaron and Alaynah got into the mix pretty deep too. Annah, she was just Annah, all over the place hitting everything. But it was still cool because there were many times that they all attacked me. It was awesome.
In all we battled hard for about 30 minutes. In the end we were all exhausted, warm, breathing heavy and in desperate need of rest. Which worked out good since it was just about bed time. And was it ever a quiet, fight-free bed time.
Now if I could just make my body not hurt so bad that would be top class. Has anyone seen my right ear? Bekah hit it so hard last night I think it ended up in my neighbors yard.