I was born on a Mother’s Day.
Depending on how you look at it, that has got to be either the best (you get
The time between Thanksgiving and Christmas always goes by at a breakneck pace. This year was accompanied by a lot of actual breaking.
My (much beloved, much upgraded) desktop computer was limping along, so I replaced it with a new laptop. (Said laptop is still not quite set up optimally… but it is getting there.)
I shattered a glass by putting it in the dishwasher. (Not sure how that one happened.) I also managed to awkwardly yank a mug out of the cabinet, bouncing it off of the counter and onto the floor.
Someone (not sure which of the two cats is at fault, but I can guess… Percival) knocked my pretty vintage sugar bowl off of the counter and onto the floor, scattering china bits and sugar cubes everywhere. This one happened after bedtime, and the crash got John and myself out of bed to investigate. This one was probably my fault. After all, I had left a box of catnip on the counter.
Percival also batted a ceramic saki cup onto the floor right in front of us.
My phone started to glitch out (the SD card dies, it lost most of my account information) and I had to order a replacement (which will hopefully arrive soon).
Finally, as my last act on my last day of work this year, I got to wave good-bye to my company laptop as the guys in the office mail-room packaged it up so that it could be sent out for repairs. Hopefully I will get it back before I have to start up work again in the new year.
We set up and decorated the tree and hung lights last weekend… so far none of those have been knocked down and broken, and I remain cautiously hopeful that it will stay that way.