I’m either freakishly strong or very unlucky. After returning home recently from errands, I reached for the rear car door handle to get C out of his carseat. I pulled in the typical fashion, with what I thought was normal, appropriate force. Instead of the door opening, however, the handle snapped off and skidded across the sidewalk. I lurched backward in shock, yelling “Holy ****!” I looked in at C, who looked back at me with eyebrows raised. He clearly was thinking the same thing that I vocalized for the both of us. I then looked in front of me at a student who witnessed the entire event. I couldn’t help but laugh. While I was thinking about how great of a story he would have for his friends later, I also made myself look even crazier in the process. I can just hear it now, “You know that lady with the kid? Well…”
I think I’m in for a bad day.
C woke up at 10:30, 1, 3, 3:30, 4, 4:15, 4:30… At 5:20, he decided that he was awake for the day. At 5:30, he had a huge blowout and got poop everywhere.