The Unexpected
You'd think I'd be used to stepping on toys right now, but sharp objects penetrating your feet- not something you ever really get used to. Like the scene on Home Alone when the robber steps on ornaments; always funny, never fun.
But I was even more surprised than usual tonight when I went looking for Madalyn's blankie at bedtime and felt the familiar stabbing pain, because tonight- well tonight when I looked down to view the latest toy-turned-weapon, I found baby Jesus. From the nativity. I stepped on baby Jesus.
Why is that so funny to me? And should it be? Maybe You're trying to tell me something, Lord, and-just like with Shaun in the car earlier- I'm not listening.
This may or may not be in some way related to my ill will towards the hair "stylist" who shaved Evan's head earlier today. The first words out of my mouth had been "not too short." Let me put it this way, she somehow managed to give him a buzz cut with scissors. I said "yes, round the bottom." So she rounded the bottom by his neck. Then with her next cut she lopped it off entirely. Gone. I thought, 'oh well, at least there's the top.' Then she lopped that off. If the bags under his eyes and pale color leftover from last week's illness wasn't enough, now he definitely looks terminal. I'm not trying to be funny or insensitive, that's simply the best way to describe it. Evan asked me if he could get a green lollipop next time. "Sure, sweetie, but that's going to be a very long time from now," I said.
If I hadn't been too tired to work up the tears, I would've cried. Not because I usually care if it looks bad. I mean, it does look bad, but it'll grow. It's just he'll be seeing a lot of people he doesn't normally get to see this month, and not only will they not get to see him in normal form, but they might not recognize him altogether. Heck, I was afraid his sister would start crying when we got home and ask who was this kid and what did he do with her brother. And she might have, except that she would take a lollipop from a werewolf, so it didn't really count.
The good news is that it could've been worse. It could've happened to Madalyn. Evan's hair will grow back in like two or three days, but Madalyn- we'd be waiting another two years just to get her hair clips in again.
See? There's always a bright side. You just have to look hard enough. It may take a baby Jesus to the foot to bring me here, but I always arrive. :)
Shaun just got back from Publix and said he got me part of my Christmas gift early. He's serious. It's a banana tree. Not like you would grow bananas on, but like you would hang bananas on. Let me repeat: he's serious.
I told him I'm blogging this. He says, "hey, it could've been worse, Honey. I could've come home wearing a banana hammock."
And how can I argue with that? He's right. It could've been worse.
