Monday, October 27, 2008

Enough Already!

I like the quiet life. My idea of adventure is packing up dinner and eating it in the park. Speed, danger, adrenaline.....it's just not my thing. So I'm wondering, what's with all the mortal peril lately?
All I wanted to do was work out at the gym. I just got a bunch of hours worth of gym babysitting for free (I've always felt too cheap to pay for the gym AND babysitting)and I wanted to try it out. So Friday after school, I hauled my considerable horde to the health club with the motto "A Family Place to Be!". Everyone 6 and older could swim, and I'd been prepping my little leprechaun for the toy room. I had my music, my water, I was good to go! Except...isn't there always an 'except'? Except, this turned out to be the only afternoon of the week when the toy room was closed. So I was stuck. No workout. Everyone but Blade was swimming, so we bounced basketballs, practiced ninja moves on punching bags and sat. Finally, the hour was up and I called the boys out of the pool to change. The rest of us went to the lobby to sit some more. Everything was quiet and low key, the little guy was mellow and peaceful. I picked up a magazine and tried to find an article to read that wasn't about Britney Spears or Ellen's wedding. All of a sudden, a woman a few feet from me shouted "OH NO!" and started running past me. As soon as the words left her mouth, there was a terrible crash, and the sound of shattering glass. I jumped and ran too, and just around the corner in a little alcove lay my little guy, surrounded by shards and daggers of broken glass.
At this club, there's a little nook that's not visible unless you're directly in front of it. In the nook, there's a bar height glass table, and tall stools around it. My little guy loves to go over there and sit. He was doing just that, when something happened and he fell, pulling the stool and the table over on top of him. The thick glass top was in pieces. His hands were glittering with glass slivers. Miraculously, all he got was a tiny cut on his scalp, and a nick on one hand. He didn't even need a bandaid. When I saw he was okay, I was only aware of being deeply embarrassed that my kid had made such a disaster. We beat a hasty retreat. That night though, as I was laying in bed, it hit me how lucky he was. What really happened was the best case scenario. There were infinite ways he could have been maimed or killed. I stayed up a long time, picturing those in my head.
All I know is, I'm putting in a request for a few boring, ordinary weeks! ASAP!

10 comments:

Kristin said...

Before I had all my boys, I used to hear people say things to the effect of, "Boys are always dirty, breaking things, hurting themselves. Pretty much, Boys will be Boys." I never really took those people too seriously until I had my boys. And I think it's gotten worse the older they've gotten and the more of them there are. I think I'm in for it with #4. Glad your little one is okay.

Home of the Muddy Kids said...

See? This is why people should just never leave home. You need to get yourself about 5 cushy chairs and a roll of duck tape. If they can't move, they can't die. That's my motto, anyway.

Melinda said...

oh my gosh, someone is definitely watching over your family these past few weeks. What the heck. I don't know is it just me, or is there something going on here. I would have been awake too if I were you. wow, I hope you offer a prayer of gratitude for some pretty awesome guardian angels.

Kimi said...

Holy Moley!! Enough -is- enough. I agree. The things we mothers go through!
We survived the Halloween party, which by the way was the BOMB of all Halloween parties. We had a good time!! THanks again.

Doran & Jody said...

Whew! Glad things turned out ok. Even though you didn't get to work out, sounds like you got your adrenaline going.

Jodi said...

I hope that request for a few boring ordinary weeks will be granted! You need it girl! How lucky the little tyke is he was okay! Praises to the guardian angels!

Toia said...

Wow!! That's enough excitement to last for quite awhile. Thank God your little one was okay. So......does this mean you're not going to the gym anymore :)

Michelle Stott said...

Wow, I am glad that everyone was okay. I totally agree with you on the quiet days. You sure have had a lot lately. Hopefully things will settle down and you won't have so many stories to post.

Tia Juana said...

You. Have. Got. To. Be. Kidding. Me!!!!! Seriously, you must be living right. I told my husband and my daughter about your creepy drug guy and we are still door locking fools. Now I'm paranoid of glass tables.

Please, be careful. I like you too much to see you go through anything else.

John and Stephanie's blog said...

This week I found out my toddler is a climber, he decided he can do it and is not afraid to, my Mom is literally scared, and he loves giving her a heart attack,he climbs from the bench to the table and then he starts dancing on it, and tried to climb from the couch to the scratching post.

Good thing my energies are completely back, so I can chase after him.
I'm paranoid about everything, the latest one is knives in the dishwasher, he can open it and grabs stuff and starts running with a grin on his face. Aaargh :)