My Mission: To Reach the Kitchen

My mission is simple.

I need to get from my bedroom to the kitchen.

I am no long Rhea, mother of two,

but instead, a secret agent,

perhaps not unlike Sidney Bristow in Alias

(one of the best TV shows EVER)

Or I'm a sexy ninja

I live in fear.

Why, you ask?

Because my house is a cluttered mess danger zone, a battle field and an obstacle course.

To get from one room to the next, I have perfected my belly crawing skills



so the natives won't notice me.

I can become one-with-the-wall to edge around a room.

I can dodge, duck and dive into a forward roll.

Annie has also perfected these skills.
(Ok, that's not really Annie, but you get the idea)

Together we attempt to avoid an attack from the natives...

The natives have air support,


bombs,


artillery


and fortified bases inside

and outside.

They even have special weapons which are banned in our house this land.

They've interfered with my communications, and I can hear them listening in on my transmissions.

Then, today, they attempted a more direct approach:

"Mama, come in here, we want to show you something."

I hear giggles.

Oh, no, I won't fall for that. The oldest trick in the book.

I'm running the opposite direction!

I need some defensive plans of my own, a counter-attack, a secret weapon...

Wait. I've got it.

"If I get hit with ONE more thing, I'm taking away your computer and TV privileges!"

And, I duck as the barrage of paper airlines and balls come flying my way.