- I did something to my back - not really bad, but bad enough to bring me up short when I twist or bend, enough to be a regular niggle.
- We've had teething kids, and with teething kids comes clinginess and horrible diaper experiences. Fun for the whole family.
- One night, I started to walk down to the basement, but somehow manage to slide halfway down on my butt, gaining a few colorful new bruises along the way. It was mainly funny, but rather painful. Every time I thought about the painful, I could just picture how funny I must have looked, surfing down the stairs, and I got the giggles again. It was so loud, too, that Abi came running downstairs to see what had happened. It's a rather humbling to have your 11-year-old escort you to bed.
- I somehow manage to overfill the reservoir in the coffee pot, not a few drops, but so that it overflows all over the counter. At this point, there was nothing else for it but to laugh. And mop up.
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Learning the humble
It was kind of a rough week, last week. You ever have one of those weeks, the kind that seem to be a big dose of humility fertilizer? For instance: