Ding dong Moment of the Past Seven Days #1: It’s Saturday morning.  The kids, the hubby, and I are in the kitchen, pondering breakfast, enjoying our pjs and the slow start to the morning.  JJ is sitting on the counter, playing with the coffee pot.  Mentally I started congratulating myself for not harping on him to Put.Down.The.Coffee.Pot.It’s.Breakable:  yay me for recognizing that he’s older and I don’t need to be so negative in my verbal expressions!   (Thoughts are a different issue)   Then in slow-mo:  JJ turns the pot, he fumbles, the pot tumbles, bounce, bounce, CRASH.  Itty bitty pieces all over the floor.  Delightful.

Ding Dong Moment of the Past Seven Days #2: Cleaning up of the splintered pot.  This is a mess that our living vacuum can’t, and shouldn’t, handle, lest we have to pay vet bills on top of getting a new coffee pot (which we didn’t have to:  my folks used to have our same coffee maker; the maker gave out, but they kept the pot and donated it to our worthy cause.  Many dankes, my parents!).  Having living creatures both who walk about on two legs and walk about on four legs all tromping through our teeny little kitchen, the Hubby and I cleaned as quickly as we could and disposed of the mess in our garbage can.  Our garbage can which had recently been changed.  Our garbage can which had recently been changed and been replaced with a new liner.  Our garbage can which had recently been changed and been replaced with a new plastic liner.

Ding Dong Moment of the Week #3: Today I was tidying up before picking up JJ from preschool.  This is a ritual I engage in every Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday.  JJ is dropped off at school, Abe and I come home, Abe destroys the house while I work on projects which require not being badgered every two minutes, I pick up Abe’s mess, I tidy up other things in the house, I pick up JJ from school, I promptly chuck both children into their rooms for quiet time and enjoy the peace and order of the house or at least ponder how many different variations of a burger that Rachael Ray can truly come up with (I think it’s a spiritual gift).  So, today’s tidying time:  pick up the toys, take out the recycling, refill the empty flour containers, take out the garbage, slice open my hand, spend ten minutes trying to tape on gauze and keep Abe out of the garbage can which he was trying to dive into and wonder what would happen if I passed out which might become a reality as signaled by the ever-growing ringing in my ears, try to fasten a child into a child seat with one hand:  you know, normal tidying time, if one is a ding dong and lets one’s son play with glass and then throws that glass into an empty garbage can and then forgets the contents of one’s garbage can.  Delightful.

Explaining to the Hubby after he got home from a trip to God’s Country (aka Idaho):  “So, I was driving to pick up JJ, and I was driving holding my hand up in the air, but the gauze was getting really saturated, and I had an epiphany:  Pressure!  I need to apply pressure!  So I squeezed the steering wheel really hard and figured if I was going to pass out that at least Teacher L could take care of me.  But I didn’t!  And I just kept thinking, “Just make it til your athletic trainer husband gets home!  Just make it till your athletic trainer husband gets home!”"

[Clarification:  No, my husband did not major in athletic training, but he dabbled with the thought in college enough to have a GF Athletic Training t-shirt that is part of a t-shirt quilt now on JJ's bed.  And why would that mean that he could treat an ugly hand gash?  Cause athletic trainers *bandage*, and I needed some quality bandaging].

Hubby treated my Ding Dong wound.  Actually, it had stopped bleeding, and he said it sealed up quite nicely due to the pressure application.   Yay me!  Knowing something practical!  (Besides my other practical factual knowledge, like that the guy on Knight Rider used to be on All My Children with the guy from Las Vegas as well as a guy (whose step-brother attended Fox) whose love interest is actually Knight Rider guy’s wife in real life).

So, I’ve  made my contribution to the Blood and Gore aspect of this holiday and paid it a bit forward as we enter Turkey season, early anticipator that I am.  Just thinking ahead, folks.

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