Oh, karma. You think you're sooo funny. I finally get back on the blogging bandwagon with my
Today post, and then you decide you'll really show me. "Crazy?" you say? "You ain't SEEN crazy yet. I'll show you craaa-zy."
Minutes after I hit that innocent little 'publish' button I find out that Elizabeth has a bloody nose. After a little investigation I find that she was hit by a rake.
Which she, herself stepped on.
On purpose.
Turns out her reflexes aren't quite as sharp as she'd planned on.
Poor girl. The good news is she didn't get one single drop of blood on her new outfit. At least she has some skilz. And thank heavens no permanent damage was done. No doctors office visit required or anything.
The next day: The kids are on spring break and we've made plans to meet my mom and go out to lunch. I pull into my mom's driveway, but hate to honk because her neighbor's house is so close. So I put the van into park, leaving it running with quick instructions to the kids to hang tight while I run inside to tell my mom we're there. Mom and I hear a crunch from inside. She looks out the kitchen window and shouts that the van is gone. Gone? GONE?!? My reaction was to look down the driveway and out onto the street, where THANK HEAVEN I don't see anything. Instead we find my van sunk into her garage door. What sound do you type for that gut sinking feeling? ugh? blug? bluuu-ahhhh? urragabluuuck? Elizabeth had gotten up to get Louis a tissue out of the glove compartment and somehow had bumped the gear shift into drive. urragabluuuck.
The next day: Todd is smoking a sheep for a neighbor's party. It's been smoking all night perfectly. He's pleased as punch and even brings me a sample to try (although, let's be honest, I find it pretty darn hard to eat sheep,
especially before I've even managed to sit up in bed). Next thing we know there's a grease fire and the hoses are frozen. I run around in crazed unproductive circles while Todd puts it out with snow. Thank heaven it didn't spread. I spend almost the entire day trimming up all that meat so it's edible. If I ever see another sheep it'll be too darn soon.
Sunday. Thank heaven for a day of rest.
The next day: I get sick. Sick, sick, sick. I
never get sick. It was awful. Awwwwful. Thank heaven I have some wonderful children. Somehow they all survived 5 days of almost constant neglect while I attempted to sleep it off. And, knock on wood, nobody else has gotten it. (Karma, be kind to me now!)
Turns out that my Friday the 13th luck extended over an entire week. Please let it be over.
But it got me thinking. For every bad thing that happened, there was the "thank heaven" factor. Thank heavens for no broken bones. Thank heavens there was no major car accident, everyone was safe! Thank heaven the fire was contained, and quickly put out (and the smoker has been through a safety renovation as well). Thank heaven my kids are smart and helpful and so good to care for each other.
What a week full of amazing blessings!
I'm just hoping not to experience another one like it for a long time. A long, long, looooong time. Do you hear me karma?!?
