All I Want for Christmas…

Check these bad boys out.
Now stop laughing and think about it.
They’re ingenious!
I’m at a point in my life where I may as well have newborns again.
Ziggy…my 14 year old mutt, has to “go” twice a night.
That means I have to get “up” twice a night!
Turning the light on is not an option.
That might actually wake me from my Ambien stupor.

Navigating the stairs in the dark is dangerous enough.
Hitting the cold tile floors downstairs… that’s downright cruel.
Once the deed is done, I travel back upstairs literally shuffling my feet as to not trip over something and risk imminent death.

A few sample journeys:

Tucker (rhymes with…) has undoubtedly moved positions on the floor while I’ve been gone, causing me to fly over him only to bash my knee cap into the bed post and stub my toe.

Nick has left his Human Torch action figure on the floor for me to step on and pierce my bare foot.

An extra blanket has been tossed to the floor and as I shuffle, I wrap my feet around it like spaghetti on a fork causing me to immediately hit the ground.

Add to the above scenarios the fact that with each demoralizing hit I take…I have to muffle a profanity. That alone can be a leading cause of stroke.

Our homes can be a dangerous place at night.
Be pro-active.
Buy a loved one on your Christmas list a pair of Headlight Slippers.
And help them make it though the night.
Alive!