When Will the Shoe Drop?

I’m waiting for it.

It will drop.

Maybe tomorrow (today?), maybe on Thursday.

But it will happen.

You see, Tuesday was a good day.

My son went to Mother’s Day Out (although CG didn’t inform me until The Tackler was in bed about the two time-outs he had there). Lil Diva watched Nemo. I began Project Pack for Iowa.

She was happier.

She napped early, but not long.

She and her brother played in near-perfect harmony (although between other children, it could be called “battling”) – complete with ear shattering squeals and full body giggles.

We hit a local bouncy house – the 105 degree heat a bit too warm for park play.

She did this slide for thirty minutes straight - it sent her flying off the end.

Lil Diva continued her “no fear” attitude about slides – taking on the fast and the tall ones with shouts of “Whooooo!” – not bothered at all by her wipeout landings.

I played sand volleyball, but the sand had been watered for a change instead of its typical “like walking across hot coals” state. The match-up was fair (sidenote: this year was a major fubar for volleyball league – many intermediate teams were put into the advanced bracket). The rallying was awesome, our team amazingly cohesive after a month away.

And we won.

I did something impractical and thus out of character.

I drove to the airport when I had no one to pick up.

Bobbi flew home from her five week long trip to Russia, following the biggest “what the frak” moment yet (be sure to read it on Friday). I decided to surprise her, even though her parents were picking her up.

I brought her favorite Cheesecake Factory pasta and bread. And a Dr Pepper.

None of which they had in Russia.

Because if it was me arriving from five weeks in a country without Mountain Dew or my favorite foods and I’d been awake for over twenty-four hours, the last flight four hours of “we don’t serve you food anymore” – I would want someone bringing me food too.

Especially since all food places were closed by the time she arrived.

I think she was happy.

She even shared the food with me as she struggled not to pass out on her feet.

I really missed her.

Tuesday was a fabulous day.

So I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Because the universe must have balance.

And I pray Murphy isn’t saving it for traveling this Friday, as I schlep myself and the kids – sans CG – to Iowa again for a family visit.

Hopefully with my luggage this time.

About Kelly K @ Dances with Chaos

Kelly K has learned the five steps to surviving of motherhood: 1) Don't get mad. Grab your camera. 2) Take a photograph. 3) Blog about it. 4) Laugh. 5) Repeat. She shares these tales at Dances with Chaos in order to preserve what tiny amount of sanity remains. You can also find her on her sister blog, Writing with Chaos (www.writingwithchaos.com) sharing memoir and engaging in her true love: fiction writing. It's cheaper than therapy.
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14 Responses to When Will the Shoe Drop?

  1. TheKirCorner says:

    Hoping Murphy stays far far far away from you my friend. Have a fantastic trip….with luggage! 😉

  2. John says:

    What is it about little girls and lack of fear? Seriously, my daughter (about a year younger than your Lil Diva) nearly crawled into the ocean when we were down at the beach.

    Good luck on your Iowa adventure (I was there just a few weeks ago, I hope they’ve done something about the pie shortage that I was mostly responsible for).

    • As long as there isn’t a sweet corn shortage, I’ll be ok. Pie I can have anywhere (I actually worked at a pie place in high school, following my job at an ice cream shop), but fresh sweet corn is something I miss greatly in Texas.

      Ironically, Canada’s corn isn’t half bad. Not quite Iowa, but still delicious.

      I have yet to like any corn on the cob consumed in the state of Texas.

  3. Maybe the shoe already dropped, you know when you lost your luggage from Denver. Maybe you are due for some good stuff, a bunch of it, before Murphy shows again.

    But probably not. 😉

    • It have witnessed time and again the yin and yang effect. You cannot have one without the other. One makes you appreciate the other even more.

      My Lil Diva has the beginning of The Cough now – most likely caused from throat irritation of drool drainage.

      Her sleep is often interrupted at night and nap time = a cranky baby.

      So this could be an interesting week to fly solo.


  4. But sometimes, the universe is a beautiful place where all shoes remain suspended in the air and unicorns fly and dreams come true and french fries are delivered to you without your even having ordered them…

    Well, maybe that last part applies only to me. But wouldn’t that be awesome?

    Yeah. I thought so.


  5. Murphy. Alas I know him well.
    I shall be thinking of you and sending positive thoughts your way to give Murphy a swift kick up the behind.

  6. Annie says:

    I dropped the shoe at my place for you. I had a pretty major car accident. But I’m okay. It’s been a crappy week.

    I now have 9 toe nails. 🙂

    For some reason I’m not getting emails about your new posts. Hmmm….maybe I need to check that subscribe button again.

    • Not getting my posts? How odd? Does your email think I’m spam.

      I feel so bad I saw this so late – I’m glad you’re okay.

      And the toe thing.. OW. I mean seriously. OW!

      I wonder if you could get some Demerol shots for the toe…

      And yeah, you take the prize on the crappy week, my dear.

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