kickin' it mr. miyagi style

Summertime means kids in and out of the house. And with my kids that means screen doors held open for the length of an entire conversation about whether or not the red ball is outside or in the playroom and who should look for it. Needless to say, I am constantly reminding the boys to keep the door closed and I am also constantly killing flies.
I actually don't mind swatting flies. On a stressful day there can be something cathartic about it. But there are always those pesky ones that refuse to land. They just zip around the room, flying in circles and buzzing past your head. I had one of those in my kitchen yesterday. It just wouldn't pick a spot to land which made swatting it very difficult. I finally decided to try to hit it in mid-flight so I watched it circle around and took a swing. Contact! I felt it hit the fly and started looking around on the floor. I couldn't find it though and I was just starting to think that maybe I hadn't hit it after all when I looked at my fly swatter and there it was, stuck in the fly swatter. I crowed triumphantly, yelled out "take that" and karate chopped the air. And then proceeded to feel like the coolest person ever.
And I'm not ashamed. Gone are the moments of winning conference championships in volleyball and having undefeated seasons. There are no more difficult exams to conquer or races to win. Now, my biggest feats are saving money on groceries and coming up with a dinner that everybody enjoys, or will at least put in their mouth. So I'll take my moments of awesomeness in whatever form they present themselves, even if they seem rather silly.

photo by: Sue Peacock  http://www.flickr.com/photos/soo/5871471528/