once upon a time in cheeseworld.
in 2013 i had this brilliant idea.
closet doors off the hinge, turned sideways to make a cozy pit... filled with hundreds of foam blocks...
yes, it was a thing. the kids called it cheeseworld and it was good.
i'm going to say something i've said occasionally through our marriage (and more frequently in the past few years). i should have listened to matt.
from the start matt was adamantly against hundreds of foam blocks in the closet. his objection was based on his extreme prejudice against foam (he can't stand the stuff). i personally like it because it smells like a combination of camping and goodwill, two of my favorite things.
i'll admit i fight back a small urge to chew on the pieces.
i wonder how much foam my kids consumed during that time. hmmmm.
cheeseworld became a catch-all for toys and once they went in, they could never be found again. not only toys. plenty of useful things were lost in that pit, too.
also, the kids adopted the saying "what happens in cheeseworld stays in cheeseworld." they never said the actual words but i know that's what they were thinking when they started peeing in the pit for fun (unsanitary?).
then cheeseworld started to spread. both literally and metaphorically.
matt would turn down the covers and find foam in our bed, almost like a mob message from the kids to let us know they were taking over.
most of their crime scenes could be traced back to cheeseworld. like the time ossi cut all of our pillow cases into tunics and hid the scissors in the pit (unsafe?).
these days when i feel like our house is a mess or our kids are a handful i just think about what it was like once upon a time in cheeseworld and i have no choice but to feel better.
closet doors off the hinge, turned sideways to make a cozy pit... filled with hundreds of foam blocks...
yes, it was a thing. the kids called it cheeseworld and it was good.
i'm going to say something i've said occasionally through our marriage (and more frequently in the past few years). i should have listened to matt.
from the start matt was adamantly against hundreds of foam blocks in the closet. his objection was based on his extreme prejudice against foam (he can't stand the stuff). i personally like it because it smells like a combination of camping and goodwill, two of my favorite things.
i'll admit i fight back a small urge to chew on the pieces.
i wonder how much foam my kids consumed during that time. hmmmm.
cheeseworld became a catch-all for toys and once they went in, they could never be found again. not only toys. plenty of useful things were lost in that pit, too.
also, the kids adopted the saying "what happens in cheeseworld stays in cheeseworld." they never said the actual words but i know that's what they were thinking when they started peeing in the pit for fun (unsanitary?).
then cheeseworld started to spread. both literally and metaphorically.
matt would turn down the covers and find foam in our bed, almost like a mob message from the kids to let us know they were taking over.
most of their crime scenes could be traced back to cheeseworld. like the time ossi cut all of our pillow cases into tunics and hid the scissors in the pit (unsafe?).
these days when i feel like our house is a mess or our kids are a handful i just think about what it was like once upon a time in cheeseworld and i have no choice but to feel better.
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