My Fortress Of Solitude...
I am not a Superhero. I am a Father and a Husband. I am a "Fusband". I have no mutant powers to speak of. I am mere mortal. I do have a weakness. Every Fusband does. This weakness is my Kryptonite. I am defenseless against its evil. I am crippled by its potent energy. It will tear me to pieces if I do not protect myself. In order to shield my vulnerable body from this raw, unyielding, puissance; I have built a Fortress of Solitude.
Its walls are as sturdy as solid concrete; as thick as the ancient pyramids. The door from which my enemies can gain access, could withstand the pounding of a battering ram, heaved by one hundred knights. It is even equipped with an advanced control system, that allows me to filter out high pitched, ear piercing, transmission signals, that can do irreparable damage to my brain. I have hidden compartments that house supplies, essential to my survival. I even have a self sufficient captains chair, that is built for comfort and functionality.
Nothing can touch me in my Fortress of Solitude.
No harm will be done unto me.
I am safe.
I am sound.
If only for a moment...

I will not be Out-Numbered by any Nemesis in my Fortress of Solitude...
Its walls are as sturdy as solid concrete; as thick as the ancient pyramids. The door from which my enemies can gain access, could withstand the pounding of a battering ram, heaved by one hundred knights. It is even equipped with an advanced control system, that allows me to filter out high pitched, ear piercing, transmission signals, that can do irreparable damage to my brain. I have hidden compartments that house supplies, essential to my survival. I even have a self sufficient captains chair, that is built for comfort and functionality.
Nothing can touch me in my Fortress of Solitude.
No harm will be done unto me.
I am safe.
I am sound.
If only for a moment...

I will not be Out-Numbered by any Nemesis in my Fortress of Solitude...

I dunno. My dog gets all bothered and wants to scratch at the door. Being a dog, she feels a need to sniff at or roll in what ever it is master is making on the other side of that door.
ReplyDeleteLOL. Good Luck on that Solitude. Let me know if it works...
ReplyDeleteOnly a moment? I find that VERY difficult to believe. Happy 4th ;-)
ReplyDeleteLOL!
ReplyDeleteBut I'm still intrigued with the term, "fusband."
I'm thinking it should be "fatband!"
Ha!
"I am defenseless against it's evil. I am crippled by it's potent energy."
ReplyDeleteI am annoyed by its two typos.
That's all well and good but couldn't you at least put the lid down?? ;0)
ReplyDeleteAh yes, the "chamber of focus". We all have our moments of quiet repose, and what better place to have them?
ReplyDeleteAwesome man! Awesome!
ReplyDeleteAre you quite sure that they will not "flush" you out?
ReplyDeleteSorry
lovin' the term "fusband"
ReplyDeleteLemme know how that Fortress of Solitude thing works out for you. I'm still trying to figure out how to pee in peace five years later.
Didn't work for me when my kids were kids; hope it works for you as a Fortress of Solitude is absolutely to remain sane while raising said kids.
ReplyDeleteLOVE the post; made me laugh out loud.
Thank you Grammar Police. Good call. I am a moron. I hope you are happy now. To the rest of you, Happy 4th of July! Keep it real. Keep it safe. Keep it American!
ReplyDeleteyou sure are a super fusband who really gets no privacy even in his fortress of solitude. but then again u r outnumbered!
ReplyDeleteYUV!
There are some mothers out there who have the same fortress of solitude. I'm still working on an escape hatch, a secret passage way and a moat.
ReplyDeleteSounds like you had a rough week!
ReplyDeleteThe word "Fusband" ought to be added to the dictionary...it's a great word...and so is your article.
Hope you have an easier weekend.
Love, Mom
My fortress was my bathroom too, BUT only when I was taking a bath. My kids would bother me even when I was..well you know. But if they knew mommy wasn't fully dressed, they would magically not come through the door. Fun post!
ReplyDelete"it's the quiet place," says hub, "see, he gets it."
ReplyDeleteFusband makes me think of F***ing Husband. Just saying.
ReplyDeleteAll you need now is a flat screen and a fridge and your fortress will be complete. Dare to dream! Happy 4th!
ReplyDeleteI like how 'Frusband' sounds similar to 'frustrated'
ReplyDeleteBring magazines
Fusband! Loving the word! In fact, I LMAO at your entire post.
ReplyDeleteI can't believe you really have an impenetrable fortress of solitude. It never worked for me since I have two girls. They won't walk in on their dad, though.
I didn't see a magazine rack,bookshelf or TV in there. I'm surprised.
Nice - from the get go i thought you were going toilet and you didn't disappoint. One of the biggest reasons i need to move is i live in a bathroom crib. My fortress gets interrupted to many times.
ReplyDeletei thought only women escaped to the bathroom. lol :)
ReplyDeleteMy husband enjoys his fortress for at least :30 minutes every morning. I don't get it but it makes him happy so we all juts leave him alone!
ReplyDeleteput in a mini fridge and a tv and you'd be all set!
ReplyDeleteWow, You really need to trick out your man cave a little.
ReplyDeleteLOL! Great post as usual. Where are your books and magazines? From the time my kids were little I retreated to that area so I could be alone. It's the only place even now where I can't be bothered.:) I've learned to use my time in this place to read all the books I want.:) Oh the adventures I've had while enjoying all the comforts and complete abandonment of this sanctuary!! You've got to trick it out a little more!
ReplyDeleteHappy 4th of July! Come read my blog to see what I did today! You won't believe it!
http://barbaraehrentreu.blogspot.com/
Excellent! Very real!
ReplyDeleteOur son frequently breaches the fortress of solitude. There is no solitude for the fusband or the mife in our family.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad their is a word for me that is not generally frowned upon by society or classified as "dirty". I too am proudly a fusband.
ReplyDeleteI love it. Living with 3 women it's teh only true refuge I get aside from the cigar bar down the street.
ReplyDeleteYour lucky they back when you are in your fortress. My dad didn't get that much when I was younger. There were times when we'd even knock on the door and yell at him to hurry because we'll be late for some school activity and he needs to drive us there. Or we'd ask for extra allowance - he usually gives in quickly so he can have his moment of peace.
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