Just My Luck

 Just a quick post to document the “joys” of being a ‘housewife’ (so that when I’m much older & wiser, I can get a good laugh). So I finally got tired of my feet getting stuck in some mysterious ‘gunk’ walking around the house and spent a good part of nap-time today deep cleaning the floors – vacuuming up the dust, then mopping, not once but twice, until I could see my reflection in the beautiful hardwood.  Ah, it not only looked good but felt good on the bare feet….until …. Hubby and I were enjoying a nice glass of red wine prior to dinner….yep, you see the writing on the wall, leave it to clumsy me, I whacked the glass (actually it’s a goblet to be precise and one of my fav’s of course) until it shattered into a million (ok a hundred) pieces, red wine splattering literally from one end of the kitchen to the other end of the living room. I held back the pure anger as Dean and Alizea stared at me like deer in the headlights. So I broke the ice (no pun intended), laughing and finally saying “Welcome to my world!”.  I know, all this isn’t too exciting…but, the point of this story, making it “blog worthy”??? Alizea’s response: “Daddy, help mommy!!!!! Be careful, Mommy or you’ll get owies”  That was the 1st time she has used that expression! Suddenly being on my hands & knees picking up glass and mopping the floor just once more didn’t seem so bad.

Oh and in case you didn’t notice, it rained two days after washing the van!

Just my luck! 

PS (since this is my personal ‘diary’), Alizea’s new phrase when Dean comes home and we greet each other with a kiss or big squeeze: “No lovies! No kissies!” 

One Response to Just My Luck

  1. Marisa, Thank you sooooooo much for all the insights into the person Alizea is developing into. I love hearing about these benchmarks in her growth and maturity. I feel like I am a part of your day even when I'm not. Please be assured of the absolute joy your blog brings me. It connects me even deeper to you, Dean and my two dear grandkids. I love you, Dad

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