Microwave and Dishwasher Safe
I had a dream this morning that I was in a shopping cart on a very bumpy road. I don't know who was driving but it didn't seem as important as the "dunt-dunt-dunt-dunt-dunt-dunt-dunt-dunt-dunt" sensation.
So you could look at that dream in several ways. Kurt thought it funny that I was the one in the shopping cart.
"Why were you in the cart?" he asked, as if I had purposefully placed myself in the cart for some deep and meaningful reason.
You could analyze it as me feeling out of control of my life. You could assume I was sitting there in terror over being trapped in a cart which is speeding down an unknown but often tumultuous road. Or, you could shrug it off as just my brain feeding off one of my favorite parts of yesterday: Liam singing in the shopping cart at Costco since it had a bum wheel and made for a rickety-rackety ride. "Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ahhhh" and grinning from ear to ear, he thought it was most excellent.
Yesterday was one of those days that was so (mostly) successful that I thought about calling it a day by 10:30 a.m.
It all started with my Pyrex glass measuring cup exploding in the microwave. I guess the stamp on the bottom that used to read "Microwave Safe" had an unreadable footnote that said *so long as the microwave is OFF. After cleaning up the mess and proceeding to make birthday waffles for Aidan (in your face Pyrex!) the day was off to an excellent start. (I must note this is the second Pyrex measuring cup that has exploded in my presence in the last year. The first was coming out of the dishwasher....hmmm, they claim to be Dishwasher Safe, too. You'd think I would have questioned the Microwave bit...)
By 10:30 however, I had gotten Aidan off to school, taken the girls to pick up birthday treats for his class, dropped them off, successfully stopped in at the DMV to get a new license (which in any other state could take an entire day only to be told you don't have the right forms of identification), dropped by a dear friend's workplace to say hello, then by the Senior Center for Free Bread Day, and completed a trip to Costco. There was not one melt-down by the children to be had and when we got home I found that my email to the Snow Racer company about an incomplete tool set had been received well and there was a new tool set on its way to us in the mail. After giving myself proverbial high fives in the air, I decided perhaps I'd just let well enough alone and throw in the day's towel. Kurt arrived home a little early yet dinner was already in progress because I was a little ahead of myself, and still feeling like my day had been tremendously successful.
Had someone walked into my house, observed the lack of orderliness, the unswept kitchen floors, the mess in the living room and the three foot pile of toys and clothes laying in the hall way, I am guessing they'd have had a different view of things but then, they didn't start their day with Pyrex blowing up at them now did they?!
Thinking a little more about my shopping cart dream, I recall feeling no terror but more of an excitement as I enjoyed the ride, bumpy roads and all. So when I came in from taking Aidan to the bus stop this morning, only to find a fat-lipped Liam in a pool of tears, his sisters wildly mopping up the little bit of blood on the floor and off of the breast of his stuffed monkey, I still had a calm about me. I picked up our Hobbit and imagining a missed Graceful Like a Chicken forward dive, I asked, "Madeline, what happened?"
"Mom," she said, most sincerely. "The wood floor did it!"
And although I believed her, I am certain there is a footnote on her somewhere that reads: *And if you believe that, try me in the Microwave.