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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Illustrate the meaning of "Don't Cut off Your Nose to Spite Your Face" (without using the actual phrase or litera (02/14/08)

TITLE: Barricaded in the Bedroom
By Sheri Gordon
02/20/08


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Ah, Sundays. A day of rest. A day for worshipping God with raised hands and praise songs. A day for family time. A day of tranquility.

Wrong.

I don’t know if Satan works overtime on Sundays, but it makes sense he would. After all, Christians are supposed to devote this one day a week--or at least a couple hours--to focusing on God. So I have deduced that Satan pulls out all stops on Sundays.

For our family, one Sunday pretty much looks like any other Sunday. There are a myriad of contentious situations Satan can choose from, and they appear in random order and are about equally effective in wreaking havoc on our household.

The conflicts generally surface with the first call to our teenager to get out of bed--and that’s precisely when today’s discord began.

“You need to get ready for church, Son.”

“I’m going to second service.”

“No you’re not--you’re going with us.”

“I’m too tired.”

“I guess you should have gone to bed earlier. Now get up.” You get the picture. And the grumbling does not cease until we exit the car at church.

We each put on our ‘happy family’ face for church, but pick right up with the bad attitudes on the drive home. Today’s topic: Just Get a Job.

It starts with my husband and son ...

“Quit coming up with all these pie-in-the-sky schemes and just go get a job.”

“Why do you always put down my ideas?”

“I don’t. Why don’t you just get a job?”

Somehow their discussion morphs into an argument between my husband and me. (Not that I’m disagreeing with my husband--I just become a little concerned when he starts in with, “get off your lazy derriere and quit being so picky about where you work.”)

The arguing then comes full circle to where we started this morning--back to dissention between my son and me. By the time we get home, we’re all yelling, doors are slamming … and Satan is winning.

To demonstrate my frustration with the whole ordeal, I boldly announce that I am not going shopping with my husband (where I was going to buy some adorable brown boots on sale); and I emphasize my displeasure by soundly stomping up the stairs and closing our bedroom door with extreme force.

That oughta show them. I’m not coming out until they both apologize.

And I wait. After all, they are the ones being ridiculous … acting immature.

I hear my son come out of his room. Oh good--he’s coming to apologize.

But, no. He’s not coming to my room. He’s going downstairs. I hear him and my husband talking … apologizing to each other … laughing … eating.

Hey, what about me? Don’t I deserve an apology? Doesn’t anyone care I’m up here all alone?

Uh-oh. Now I’m hungry. But I can’t go downstairs--that would be admitting defeat. I have to hold my ground in the bedroom. Forget about your hunger. Forget about your hunger.

At least it’s almost time for the basketball game. I refuse to go downstairs to watch it on the big screen, high definition television set--with surround sound. No, I’ll watch it up here all by myself. That’ll get ‘em. Wait. They couldn’t care less about watching the game. I’m the one who wants to see it. And now I’m stuck in my room, with the little t.v. Great plan.

If I keep holding out, eventually they’ll come apologize.

Three hours later I wake up on the bedroom floor. I fell asleep and missed the entire game. Wonderful.

So, how is my plan working so far? I’m hungry. I didn’t get my brown boots. I missed the basketball game. I have a sore hip from the hard floor. And … no one seems to care.

As I sit here contemplating how long I can hold out in the bedroom, I realize there are no sounds coming from other areas of the house. Maybe they’re both gone. Now’s my chance to stock up on some much-needed supplies. Like cookies.

I slowly open the bedroom door, listening carefully. Nothing. Coast is clear. I tip-toe downstairs, grab a fistful of chocolate chip cookies in one hand, and gingersnaps in the other. As I begin my ascent back to my boudoir, I’m met by the enemy.

“Hi honey. How was your nap? I hope it helped. Are you in a better mood now?”


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Catrina Bradley 02/21/08
This sounds just like something I would do. I love the putting on of the happy family faces for church. Great writing.
Sally Hanan02/21/08
Very good take on the topic and a great illustration of how immature we can get when we're mad. :)
Patty Wysong02/23/08
I'm still snickering over that last line--she would've been up there forever. Great example and a humorous take on the topic.
Lynda Schultz 02/23/08
Super story—and oh so true!
LauraLee Shaw02/24/08
What a relevant, everyday example of the topic...well, not everyday I hope, but you know what I mean. Excellent piece that does a great job of making its point. I love this line:
So, how is my plan working so far? I’m hungry. I didn’t get my brown boots. I missed the basketball game. I have a sore hip from the hard floor. And … no one seems to care.

Verna Cole Mitchell 02/24/08
I loved all the examples you used to show how your mc was biting off her nose to spite her face. She really didn't punish anyone except herself--excellent "showing" the topic.
Lyn Churchyard02/24/08
"A day of tranquility" oh yes, how very true... true that Satan tries his darndest to cause trouble. This was well written, right down to the thought processes of the MC... yep, that'll show 'em. Good example of nose cutting there.
Beth LaBuff 02/24/08
Ha! This was fun! I loved your ending line. :)
Seema Bagai 02/25/08
I liked your MC's voice in this piece. Great ending, too.
LaNaye Perkins02/25/08
HA! This was a hoot to read, and hit pretty close to home for me a few years back. Well Done!
Joy Faire Stewart02/25/08
This is so entertaining and perfect for the topic. Love it!
Dee Yoder 02/25/08
Oooh...who can't see their own family and themselves in this piece? It doesn't take a giant mistake to produce the same result. Great illustration of the topic in an ordinary, everybody-does-it kind of way. An eye-opener!
Karen Wilber 02/25/08
Oh this is soooo true-to-life. How many times do we think "that'll show them" when the "them" won't ever realize they're being "shown". Great example of the topic.
Joanne Sher 02/26/08
Cute and clever - I LOVE the voice! Wonderful writing, Sherri- and, of course, I've been there.
Leigh MacKelvey02/26/08
I liked the way you wrote t.v. in lowercase letters. It really made me laugh and think about the teensy t.v.in my bedroom. ( I think that's why you used the lowercases?) I, too, related to this story. It was a great way to illustrate the topic! Is it only women who retire to the bedroom for so-called revenge?!
Holly Westefeld02/27/08
What? Snooping again? That's not nice, you know.
Actually, it's been many, many years since I refused to go tree hunting with the family.
Loren T. Lowery02/27/08
The voice in this was oh so authentic because it sounds so true to life. I had to smile, though because it helps put things in perspective and lets us see how silly we can be at times.
william price02/27/08
Ahhhh, I liked this. Very, very good. God bless.