One of the families at school were Cupid's Helpers for Valentine's Day. They offered a variety of gifts that they would personalize and deliver directly to the kids during their school day last Friday. Tony and I took advantage of the offer and ordered one mylar balloon anchored with a large Hershey bar for each of our girls. Needless to say, they were excited when they came home with them in tow.
The Hershey bars were devoured pretty quickly (I was surprised there was any left to BRING home!) but the balloons still linger. They have been used for indoor volleyball practice. They have been caught in a balloon gathering against the cold air return. And one balloon even got stuck in the very large, wide open space above our stairway. You should have seen the whole family throwing Janae's and Kerrigan's entire stuffed animal menagerie at it to get it down! Britnee wished later that she would have had the video camera going.
But I think the funniest thing to date was two nights ago, when in the middle of the night, I woke to use the bathroom and then check the girls, as I often do. When I returned, a balloon had somehow sneaked up the stairway and lodged itself in the corner of the ceiling and wall outside our bedroom door. The string was hanging in our doorway and liked to made me jump out of my skin. But that's not the end of this silly tale. I must have woken Tony when I climbed back into bed, who proceeded to get out of bed and go check the girls, not knowing that I had just been in there. He stirred the air when he walked past the balloon and I watched it slowly come down from it's corner and hover smack dab in the middle of the doorway, right at eye level. I laid quietly in bed and waited with a grin for his return. His reaction did not disappoint me.
Half-asleep, he found his way back through the hall and came face to face with the balloon. He about jumped out of his skin and I laid in bed laughing my fool head off. He was NOT amused.
Last night, the balloon was inside our room, dancing in slow motion as only mylar balloons that are losing their helium dance. It just didn't seem right to stab a heart balloon with a sharp object to deflate and dispose of it. I told Tony he'd better anchor that stupid thing somewhere or one of us would get freaked in the night. I assumed he would tie it to a doorknob, the office chair or the shelf bracket.
This morning when he left to take the girls to school, he was a in a hurry and I heard him grumbling about having the untie the balloon from his belt. I combed the girls hair and then settled back down to get a couple more hours of sleep. But sleep did not come easy. The house was quiet, the balloon was dancing and I slept with one eye open fully expecting that silly balloon to get in my face and try and coax me to dance along with it!
