Arete and I have not been able to get hands on each other for a while. This makes me cranky because…
- I just like to see him.
- I love to fight.
- I currently do not have a single bruise or sore muscle. There isn’t a slash mark to be found.
- I haven’t learned anything new or added anything to the skills I currently have.
I know my order is all messed up and the last one should be first and the third one shouldn’t be in there at all, but sick or not, I love a good bruise and a knife wound makes me positively giddy.
Since the physical part of my training has slowed a bit I asked Arete if there was anything I could be doing to train on my own. Anything I could be working on to make me a better, more prepared person. He suggested I ask my kiddos to go into different rooms of the house and move things around to test and hopefully refine my observation skills. Usually my house is pretty organized(by pretty organized I mean meticulously cataloged, classified and placed), so I wondered how much of a challenge it would be, but fortunately for me(by fortunately I mean doing my best not to go insane), my house is under construction and in complete chaos which translated loosely can mean the perfect training environment.
My children are beyond thrilled that they can, without worry of consequence, move things I have deliberately placed somewhere. Also the thought of messing with mommy’s mind has them more delighted than when we go Funland. Either we go to Funland too much and they have become bored with it or they share their mother’s sadistic side. Hint: we have only been to Funland once.
As I type this they are randomizing my knick knacks. I will let you know how I do over the next several weeks. Wish me luck. Sending up a prayer that I will not harm any of my children during this exercise probably would also be helpful.