May 20, 2014 at 11:06 pm , by Nick Shell
3 years, 6 months.
Yes, that’s me. Those are my feet sticking out from underneath all of the couch cushions and accent pillows in our living room.
When that picture was taken, I was in somewhat of a meditative state; not simply because my oxygen supply was being fairly limited, but also because it was sort of relaxing in there.
In fact, I had no idea Mommy even took that picture until I was going through the picture folder on my flash drive yesterday, looking for a something else.
Sure, I heard what was going on outside my world of pillows:
“Hey Mommy! Daddy’s all covered. Look at Daddy. I finished his cage now.”
Then I heard your footsteps as you approached me. I saw a small opening appear between the pillows, with light coming through.
“Here you go, Tiger. Here’s your food!”
Apparently pet tigers like to eat (plastic) snakes.
This routine has become the norm. I can see why.
It allows you to completely make a mess and get away with it, as you pretend you are building a cage for your Daddy, who happens to be a tiger.
I really don’t mind it at all. Like I said, it sort of gives me 12 minutes or more of time to just zone-out on the living room floor.
With a schedule as busy as mine, I typically don’t make time for zoning out… other than when I’m running or sleeping.
It’s not so much a desperate attempt to make time for myself as it is me trying to multitask:
By being your tiger in a cage, I can spend quality time with you; because to you, I’m playing.
And I can rest my mind for a little while; because to me, being buried in a “cage” of pillows is actually relaxing.
Yes, that’s me multitasking. It’s Daddy in his… quiet place.