step on a crack and break your mothers glass, no wait is that right . . .?
I have been having a string of bad luck for no forseeable reason. Maybe someone could remind me of a superstition I ignored and am now paying the price for.
Three days before Christmas I tried to assemble my sisters clock and realized I had bought too thick a plaque so the pieces wouldn't reach and they would have to be shaved in a perfect square using power tools only my dear hubby knows how to use. Vang of course would be working late every day until christmas and not have enough time to finish Erica's gift (which in all honesty was a bit lame to begin with.I had good intentions . . .)
Two days before Christmas I ditched my friends and went to Vangs work to get mine and the kids nails done but became highway hypnotized. I called my abandoned friends who kept me awake until I reached there safely but realized while I was not paying attention something had happened to my front windsheild and there was now a large crack on it! (How could I not notice something hitting it?!?)
On Christmas eve I finished up wrazpping the last kid gifts from santa and had only to assemble an excercise trampoline. (Santa's most clever gift if I do say so myself.) I woke Vang up at 1am to make him help me assemble what the packaging calls "easy enough for one persone to fold and store under the bed when not in use" which means one person to put away but four people to open up to use again. We get it all the way open and all we have to do is flip the saftey latch which is apparently made of a bent paper clip and cracks in three pieces. So much for thier "big gift".
Yesterday I decided the kids are old enough for me to take a shower in the morning. ViVi is 8, Sydney Li is 6 and Thomas is 4. I should be able to take a shower with them in the house and concious. Vivi can answer the phone, Sydney Li would never open the front door without permission, and Thomas is to old to stick things in his nose, so I think I deserve to be clean today. Pop in a movie, take a shower. Simple. They aren't however, to old to take advantage of Mama's inattention and jump on her bed when she's not looking. They aren't old enough not to aim for faces when they have a pillow fight. They aren't old enough to remember to take of thier glasses when they rough house. Sydney Li waited until I was drying my hair to mention they had not only popped her lense out they had kept playing instead of looking for the lense and now they can't find it at all.
Today? Oh yes there is a today. Today I went to KiKi's to play family flux. I drove straight from there to ViVi's friends house for a playdate. Picking up not dropping off. We pulled up one of those steep drive ways that ends right at the front door. ViVi wanted to go to the door but they came out to meet us. I opened my door and made nice with the mom and then stuck my head in and asked ViVi to open the door for her friend. ViVi slides the side door open and . . .
(drum roll please)
. . .the window falls out. Huh? Can that happen? This is not one of those windows that rolls down. This is an unopenable window that has like a suction cup on one side so you can hinge it open maybe a quarter of an inch. It fell out. One big piece of glass, no cracks, no breaking point, like it just came unglued or something. And instead of falling to the ground and shattering into a million humiliating pieces it is dangling from that one little suction cup. I am the biggest piece of white trash to ever drive thjrough my neighborhood. This is reinforced by the trash bag I had to masking tape over it. Over the still dangling window attatched by a spot of glue the size of a quarter. That swings back and forth when we stop. And rustles the trash bag. Did I mention its raining?
Did I spill the salt or something? Karma out to get me? Murphy pissed? Damn gravelings?
Three days before Christmas I tried to assemble my sisters clock and realized I had bought too thick a plaque so the pieces wouldn't reach and they would have to be shaved in a perfect square using power tools only my dear hubby knows how to use. Vang of course would be working late every day until christmas and not have enough time to finish Erica's gift (which in all honesty was a bit lame to begin with.I had good intentions . . .)
Two days before Christmas I ditched my friends and went to Vangs work to get mine and the kids nails done but became highway hypnotized. I called my abandoned friends who kept me awake until I reached there safely but realized while I was not paying attention something had happened to my front windsheild and there was now a large crack on it! (How could I not notice something hitting it?!?)
On Christmas eve I finished up wrazpping the last kid gifts from santa and had only to assemble an excercise trampoline. (Santa's most clever gift if I do say so myself.) I woke Vang up at 1am to make him help me assemble what the packaging calls "easy enough for one persone to fold and store under the bed when not in use" which means one person to put away but four people to open up to use again. We get it all the way open and all we have to do is flip the saftey latch which is apparently made of a bent paper clip and cracks in three pieces. So much for thier "big gift".
Yesterday I decided the kids are old enough for me to take a shower in the morning. ViVi is 8, Sydney Li is 6 and Thomas is 4. I should be able to take a shower with them in the house and concious. Vivi can answer the phone, Sydney Li would never open the front door without permission, and Thomas is to old to stick things in his nose, so I think I deserve to be clean today. Pop in a movie, take a shower. Simple. They aren't however, to old to take advantage of Mama's inattention and jump on her bed when she's not looking. They aren't old enough not to aim for faces when they have a pillow fight. They aren't old enough to remember to take of thier glasses when they rough house. Sydney Li waited until I was drying my hair to mention they had not only popped her lense out they had kept playing instead of looking for the lense and now they can't find it at all.
Today? Oh yes there is a today. Today I went to KiKi's to play family flux. I drove straight from there to ViVi's friends house for a playdate. Picking up not dropping off. We pulled up one of those steep drive ways that ends right at the front door. ViVi wanted to go to the door but they came out to meet us. I opened my door and made nice with the mom and then stuck my head in and asked ViVi to open the door for her friend. ViVi slides the side door open and . . .
(drum roll please)
. . .the window falls out. Huh? Can that happen? This is not one of those windows that rolls down. This is an unopenable window that has like a suction cup on one side so you can hinge it open maybe a quarter of an inch. It fell out. One big piece of glass, no cracks, no breaking point, like it just came unglued or something. And instead of falling to the ground and shattering into a million humiliating pieces it is dangling from that one little suction cup. I am the biggest piece of white trash to ever drive thjrough my neighborhood. This is reinforced by the trash bag I had to masking tape over it. Over the still dangling window attatched by a spot of glue the size of a quarter. That swings back and forth when we stop. And rustles the trash bag. Did I mention its raining?
Did I spill the salt or something? Karma out to get me? Murphy pissed? Damn gravelings?