*SIGH* To the Bat Cave, Batman!

Don’t you wish it were that simple?  Do YOU have a Bat Cave?  Do you want one?  *raises hand* I do.

You guessed it, Summer is here.  Like a lot of work-from-home parents, my children have now turned into the holy terrors my mother warned me about.  Yes, I can hear that laughter, by the way.  While I love them and want them to mature to be well-rounded, well-adjusted adults, I’m trying very hard not to become the great harpy and eat them.

The Wii has broken after 4 short weeks in residence.  Hard rubber balls have been thrown against my smoked GLASS front door because it makes them bounce better on the hardwood coming back to them.  One curtain rod has been bent beyond repair.  WebKinz really DO fly when struck by the ceiling fan…and small children really can throw high enough to reach it in my vaulted great-room when they’re determined enough.

Oh, and let’s not forget that the cat has decided the frogs are a new novelty.  One has just begun to sing at night and suddenly, she’s remembering that cats in the wild enjoy an occasional frog leg…or body…provided she can get him out of the great aquarium I’ve put him in.  Bear in mind, one of my aquatic frogs had his name changed from Tad to Lucky for miraculously avoiding certain death by FLUKE when she managed to push over one of the smaller aquariums several months ago.

SIDE BAR:  Said cat pushed small portable aquatic habitat over so that it splashed enough water, sand, and one small frog into a tea cup that had been left beside said tank.  In the process of pushing over the tank, she had pushed the cup off the counter where it had fallen into a tall shipping box left to be broken down for the recycle bin from earlier in the day.  Said container was about 10 inches tall and about 6 inches square.  Cup knocked container over to an angle - just right for the flying frog, water, and sand to catch it when the habitat hit the ground and broke open.

Wait - where was I?  Oh yeah, the Bat Cave!

Instead of a secret lair, I get coffee and readjusted working hours.  The cat is curled up at my feet, the frogs are beginning to sing in their tanks, and my children are blessedly quiet.  And Tigers have never looked so good.

The price for a double life?  No sleep…but Batman never complained!

And in case you were wondering, the answer is yes.  Well, to the question of progress on Tigers 2, that is.  It lacks a name because I’m still toning and working the kinks out.

Hum…what do YOU think we should call it?