Last weekend I was going through the house putting things into the Goodwill box. As I went through Hazel and Fritz’s closet I came across Hazel’s “PJ Masks” toys.
“ ‘PJ Masks’ is for little kids!” Echoed through my thoughts as I put them in the donation pile.
Wednesday when the Redheads were visiting…. Hazel again stated that she was too old to play with these toys. However, Thursday morning the rocket ship and the plastic characters were in my bathtub.
I placed the little vehicle and the occupants on the top of the toilet and took my shower.
This rocket ship makes ”vroom, vroom” noises and says, “PJ Masks are on their way to save the day!”
Now this fucking toy has been sitting on the top of my shitter quietly since 4:15 yesterday morning. Quietly until 2:20 to 2:24 this morning when it suddenly revved up it’s engines and declared it was saving the day.
Most of you will remember that 2:22am is my Moms Angel number time and that is when she usually stops by to say hello.
That toy sat there for almost 24 hours without a sound until my mom decided to play with it this morning.
I’m happy my mom visits from heaven, but why can’t she wait until a weekend night?
I’ve been up since trying to figure out the purpose for the visit. Are we safe or are we in danger? I know the first thing I'll do when I climb out of bed is put those toys back into the Goodwill box.
Maybe I’ll have to add something new to say after my “Hail Mary” and “Our Father” this morning.
“Super Cat Speed speeding through the night.
Super Owl Wings ready to take flight.
Super Gekko Muscles that can climb the wall.
It's time to be a hero, one and all!
Save the day,
PJ Masks are on their way
Shout hooray!
Work together, and we'll find a way.”
I’m finishing the week knowing Cat, Owl, Gekko and my Mom are protecting me from the evil in this world. So I have that going for me!
