You hear the dreaded crash, and before you run for it, ripping off rubber gloves or quickly wiping and cinching up your belt, you wait... for the cry... ?
Today I heard the most terrifying crash - like a lamp falling off the end table onto my baby's head or maybe the stereo system being pulled off the credenza by its power cord. (Does your mind try to guess the sounds too? or is that just me??) I was washing dishes. I turned off the running water and waited a beat for the cry - who would it be? Zaya's pained wails or Eva's melodramatic sobs? Wait. No one's crying. Not crying is always worse - I'm panicking now, thinking of serious injuries. I am not sure if it is possible to move faster than I did in that moment. I dashed to the living room, ripping off my yellow rubber gloves and dropping a glass into the sink in a blur. Eva was looking at a book. Zaya was zealously trying to put on some magenta satin gloves. "What's going ...? Did you hear that crash, Eva? ..."
I started to head back into the kitchen, stunned. That's when I saw it. The plant I had hung in the bathroom, to dust the leaves (spray with milk!) had crashed into the tub, shattering its terra cotta pot and covering my tub in dirty dirt.
I was both relieved and exasperated. What a mess!! But hey!! No blood! YES!! :D
No plants were harmed in inspiration for this blog post. (The plant was fine, and happy I'm sure, to be re-potted. It didn't even lose a leaf!)
I totally do this. The morning we left for our vacation, Pete got up and went into the kitchen. He then called out, "MRS KOOY!!!! DID YOU SEE THIS!?!?!" I hesitated for a moment, while six possible scenarios flashed through my mind.... Did someone break into our house, vandalize our car? Did that big freaking tree fall on our house? Was there a fire???? Ahhhh! I ran to the kitchen to discover him looking out the window at....snow. Yeah, shocking, but not quite the catastrophe I had imagined. Funny. :P
ReplyDeleteJes I totally do this tweaked slightly, I listen for the hasty "I'm sorry Micah" that O try's to spit out in desperate and fruitless hope it will deter Micah from even crying in the first place. After the third "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" Micah's silent cry is replaced with wailing.
ReplyDeleteLoved your disclosure, made me laugh out loud again.