First things first.  I am pleased to announce that Jackie at Our Moments, Our Memories is the winner of the $50 gift card as chosen by random.org.  Now, don’t get me wrong because I’m tickled that Jackie wins this one, but for real, when I toldit to choose a random integer between 1 and 60 and it spat the number one back at me I seriously had to question its work ethic.  But whatever.  Congrats Jackie, I’ll be in touch to figure out which of the fine merchants you’d like to patron with your fifty buckaroos.

Okay, now just a couple of random things to share because, well, because I don’t have a lot of time frankly.  Jeff has been out of town for the last few days and come this time of the evening all I really want to do is crawl into bed, big and empty as it may be.  At least it’s snore free so I shouldn’t complain.  But I’ve had the freakiest thing happen to me two nights in a row.  You remember how our glass top table broke in the storm last week?  Well, last night as I was cleaning up after dinner (and trying to wrangle four kids simultaneously btw), I broke a plate.  I didn’t have a plate in my hand and I have no clue where the plate came from.  I was pouring the leftover tortilla soup from the crock pot into a Rubbermaid and I heard this shattering and looked up to see that one of those shatter-resistant Corelle plates had shattered into thousands of pieces.  I kid you not when I tell you that it took me an hour to completely clean the mess.

Then, tonight, just as I was putting dinner on the table (burritos if you must know, and yes, we totally dig mexican) a glass mason jar plummeted from the tip top of the pantry shelves all the way to the concrete floor and, you guessed it, shattered into thousands of pieces.  The door of the pantry was closed at the time but the glass came swooshing (I don’t care if it’s a word I’m in a hurry here) from beneath the door and ended up all over the floor.

I may have used an itty bitty curse word that rhymes with bell, but c’mon what the *&^%?  That stupid jar must have been like teetering on the edge or something because nobody even was near the pantry when it decided to commit suicide.

So again I had to stop dinner and clean up.

Why is it that these things happen when I’m the only competent (and that’s arguable sometimes) adult around to pick up the pieces (no pun intended)?

A few years ago I would look out the window every morning to see a robin staring right back in at me.  Every morning he was there to greet me and he’d stop back in intermittently throughout the day.  Eventually I began to wonder if God was trying to tell me something so I looked up the significance of robins and found them to be a sign of fertility.  This happened at a stage in my life when pretty much the last thing I wanted was to be deemed fertile.  I smiled up at God though and said a little prayer asking that the cup of fertility be passed to someone who was a little more needy in that department.  It worked, apparently, because my womb remained closed for business until I was ready to put it back to use.

All that just to say that I’m wondering what significance all this broken glass has.  I haven’t taken the time to look it up but with the sheer quantity of glass shards I’ve cleaned up as of late I’m beginning to wonder just what God might be trying to tell me now.

Or maybe I’m just a klutz.

Anyway, I’m off to answer some trip planning questions for the Moms Panel.  And it’s bathroom cleaning week.  And you wouldn’t believe the amount of dirty towels that have accumulated since laundry day on Monday.