I'm really not a person who believes in good luck or bad luck. I know when things are going well, those are pure blessings from God. When things are going not so well...well, I'm not sure what that is. I have to tell you a story about the latter.
It was last Friday morning, less than a week away from Christmas when I was running late getting Reese to school. I'm usually not super early to events, but I'm certainly not late either. I'm really a "right on time" kind of girl. Anyway, I needed to be there early this particular day as I had set up parent volunteers from Reese's school to help set up tables and decorate for the school-wide Christmas lunch that day. My plan was to drop Reese off at about 8:45, get her situated, then go back to help get everyone set up - Mason in tow. Needless to say, I'm pretty sure we finally left the house at 8:59 and the school is about a 10 minute drive. Since we were late and I hadn't eaten breakfast yet, I poured some cereal(Lucky Charms to be exact) and milk into my trusty pink hypercolored (yeah baby) Eskimo Joes cup, along with a cup of coffee and we tore out the door. Getting into the car was a chore itself, as I had to load a box full of garland (for the table decorations, of course!), a pasta salad I had made the day before, snacks for Mason, my cereal, coffee, coats for the kids, purse, etc. And believe it or not, I felt like I had done all the pre-planning the night before! WRONG! So we pull up to the church, I reach down to the passenger's side floorboard where my camera was (I had to take pics of Reese at her Christmas program like a good Mommy) and since I was in a hurry and already feeling a bit flustered, instead of gently grabbing my camera with grace and dexterity, I sort of flung it up, lost control of it, threw it in the air, and guess where it landed? Uh-huh...right smack in the middle of my Eskimo Joes cup full of milk! I'm not kidding. I know what you're thinking...I am a complete irresponsible excuse for a person, right? Yep. I'm thinking the same thing actually. Because not only have I drenched my several hundred dollar camera into a cup of milk, I had also done something similar with one of my cell phones a few months ago. I'm not going to get into that story right now. SO...long story short, I am 4 days from Christmas and cameraless. Don't you want to cry for me? I want to cry for myself, but I'm too mad to do that. It took me 3 days to tell Jeff...I dropped the bomb on him this morning. I figured I couldn't hide the fact much longer that I hadn't been shoving the camera in the kid's faces all weekend long like usual. So good luck, or bad luck...that is the question. Maybe it's just God's way of letting me know I'm human like everyone else. Like Jeff said, "Don't be so hard on yourself, Jodi...we all throw cameras in a cup of milk at some time in our lives". Thank you my sweet husband. You rock.