Fragile Friday
Friday morning I was taking the trash out of the kitchen. I turned around and knocked a tall 16oz glass bottle of Sprite down to the ground. It was the loudest crash I'd heard in a while. Thank God it was empty.
Two hours later, my son had my set of keys. He had returned to the car to retrieve a comic or something. On his way back to the house, he said, "Catch." They sailed right over my head and into the porch window. Crack.
Two hours after that, I bumped a beautiful blue glass off my desk and it splintered into many pieces. I still don't think I've found them all. That glass used to be part of a six piece set. I think we only have three left now.
It sure was a fragile day Friday. It is hard for me to believe there was no yelling, no anger or anything of the sort after all that glass breaking. I tend to get angry very easily, but lately, I have seen things changing for the better.
Two hours later, my son had my set of keys. He had returned to the car to retrieve a comic or something. On his way back to the house, he said, "Catch." They sailed right over my head and into the porch window. Crack.
Two hours after that, I bumped a beautiful blue glass off my desk and it splintered into many pieces. I still don't think I've found them all. That glass used to be part of a six piece set. I think we only have three left now.
It sure was a fragile day Friday. It is hard for me to believe there was no yelling, no anger or anything of the sort after all that glass breaking. I tend to get angry very easily, but lately, I have seen things changing for the better.