So, first of all, last night I slept in my own bed. As Mir so aptly put it the comments, it's a miracle! And it was heaven.
But then, THEN, we woke up. And we had to rush around like mad people, looking in and around and amongst boxes for clothes, shoes, an Easter basket, the #$*^*$#) trash bag (forget the can, just find me something to put some trash in!)
As I'm walking out of my bedroom, I hear Punkin crying. It's not hysterical crying, but it's not quite her usual whine either. There is a slight note of urgency to it.
I walk into her room to find her flat on her back on the floor, arms and legs flailed out, her 4 ft tall white bookcase looming over her. About a foot from squashing her like grape.
I quickly assessed the damage -- there didn't appear to be any, unless you count Punkin's mental state. To say that she was a little freaked out would be an understatement. Fortunately, the bookshelf was empty and our glider rocker and a couple of boxes were in front of it and kept the bookcase from landing on her.
After a quick scolding and a lecture about why we don't climb our bookcases AND a hug, we all went on our merry way. Well, maybe not merry -- there's too much crap everywhere for anybody to be truly merry. But hey! All that crap saved mah bay-bay, so I guess it's not all bad.
5 years ago