Squeak!

I had a toy stuck under my chair.

Your probably saying to yourself, "Huh?", so let me explain. I had a toy stuck under my power chair, for the 3rd time this week, and I could not get it to leave me.

One of the joys of being a mommy in a power chair means that things tend to get stuck underneath my chair, and then I drag them around all day until either I finally roll around enough for it to become unstuck, or my husband comes home and can reach under there and retrieve it. With a house definitely lived in by a toddler, and may even put a preschool to shame, it is not hard for me to get something stuck under me for the day. Sometimes it is clothes that get stuck on a wheel, other times an empty water or soda bottle as my son loves to bang around the house. Today, it was a bright blue rubber duck.

I'm not sure how the duck got there. I am assuming I must have backed up over it as I left his room after putting him down for his nap. I suddenly felt the familiar feeling of something dragging underneath me and I knew just what I had done. "Here we go again", I thought, wondering what it is that I will be making friends with for the day. It wasn't until I went from the hardwood floor of the living room/kitchen area, and into my carpeted bedroom that I heard the squeak.

That's right, for an entire afternoon, I squeaked.

I suppose I should start being more careful about looking where I am going, or shall I say rolling, but I've become so accustomed to just going about my daily business, and forgetting that my house has a million things just waiting to be rolled over. I spend more time making sure I am not going to run over the dog or the baby, since they love to hang out in what I call my "blind spots". A common phrase in my house is, "Where are you?", to which I hear happy little feet toddle out from behind me so I know it is safe to proceed. Sometimes I even have to move the husband out of the way, since after four years of being together, he still sometimes gets under my wheels.

Toys, however, I forget are attracted to the bottom of my chair like a magnet.

I think this is another one of those things that makes me unique as a mommy. I don't hear many moms complain about getting toys attached to them for an entire afternoon, and then proceed to squeak. At least it made the little man laugh, and frankly, I'll do anything just to hear that beautiful sound.