Broken Glass

I have had very few mornings as of late to begin here. It's been busy. A good busy. I know, I say that often, but it's so true and it should be repeated. Busy can be good.

Our busy includes lots of life and people and living, not just running to each slotted activity. Even in the activity vein, there is plenty of time for the extra added, most important part, the relationships with the people we see.

We've been blessed lately, with broken glass. Huh? Well, see, it goes like this. First there was the lamp in the family room. I'm not sure exactly which kid or animal knocked it over. They were all appropriately sorry for it. The glass shattered away from all of them, and clean up was pretty easy. All in all, no blood or injury, just an ugly lamp. I can live with that.

Then last night as The Mr. was getting a late dinner, we noticed a broken dish in the cupboard. A bowl with a chip. A chip the size of baseball. We spent a few minutes looking around and wondering where the piece was. It was late and we were looking forward to a quiet moment and so very quickly gave up the search. It's not like I would have glued the piece back on anyway. A broken dish just means it matches all the others in the cupboard.

So we sat down and started to chat. Then we heard it. The distinct sound of smashing glass. We looked at the other lamp in the family room. No, still standing. Kids and dog are sleeping. I looked outside. I looked upstairs. I went through the living room and family room again. I checked the kitchen, even though I was sitting there when I heard it. Then I opened the basement stairs.

Ah, there's my glass. It seems a globe fell off the ceiling light. Not so bad, except our basement has a tile floor. There was glass everywhere. The good news is that our kids were sleeping and not downstairs playing. They weren't under it when it fell, or near the Foosball table or the fireplace. They weren't in the playroom which took some of the glass, but very little. We didn't have our high school kids down there or our dog. So, it was good. I'll admit, it wasn't on my plan to clean my basement floors last night when I really wanted to be having a snack and getting into my pj's, but no one was dangerously underfoot either.