There are some days when I love the cosmic order of things. Like the belief in Karma, and how I will never doubt it exists. It hasn't yet shown itself in a huge horrifying way (like those Karmic instances I believe are waiting for my child-abusing ex-friend and her boyfriend) But on days like today, I cant help but laugh when someones actions come back to bite them in the butt. Today started out fairly well, unlike two days ago, which began with a fight with my husband. I put that behind me, we both did I guess, and I went about normal morning routine of getting the kids dressed and ready to walk to school. It was one of those mornings where my husband was around to help out, as he didn't need to be at work till noon.
There are downfalls to having toddlers who climb, have I mentioned that yet? That detail is pertinent to the morning's events. The kids were confined (thanks to the ever-present baby gate) to the kitchen and living room as usual. I made my way back and forth over that gate several times, getting my own breakfast, checking computer-related things, getting the kids clothes, etc. I didn't think about my absences too much, as I normal don't worry when my husband is in the living room with the kids.
I had just gotten the stroller out, and was going to grab the first toddler I saw to buckle into it, when I witnessed 'the karmic event of the day'. As I hoisted myself over the baby gate barricade into the kitchen, there is Hannah, standing on a kitchen chair pushed against the kitchen counter. She is giggling. That is not a very comforting sound when I knew instantly it meant something naughty, as they are not SUPPOSED to be at counter-level.
Sure enough, as I took a few steps over to her, I spied the source of her amusement. Her Daddy's cellphone was now 3/4 of the way submerged in her big brother's cup of soy milk (ironically put up there to keep out of the girls' reach). The phone bobbed around rather comically as Hannah poked at it with her chubby toddler sized index finger. Then she caught me watching her. "Phone!" she exclaimed gleefully.
"Ummm... Jon? Do you know what Hannah is doing?" I asked him, already knowing that the wall separating the living room and kitchen prevented him from knowing the fate of his beloved cellphone. I'm just helpful like that. I plucked up Hannah as he rushed forward to rescue the sodden technical device that now reminded me of a very expensive Oreo. Once again folks, Husband Karma strikes again!
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