What I Learned Yesterday...

I was standing atop the kitchen barstool adjusting lights on a cabinet. I was really in the zone, completely oblivious to anything outside my own little world. I didn't see my son running towards me until it was (almost) too late. Our bar stools swivel. Swivel is actually a good word for what I did next.

Hayden grabbed the chair and spun it around at an alarming rate of speed. By mid-turn, I realized what was happening. The electrical tape I was rigging up the lights with flew out of my hand as I went for a little ride, shall we say. At first, I was out of control. I felt certain I was on my way to hospitalizing my child if I landed on him. I'm fairly sure that I looked like a weeble. I teetered around (not at ALL enjoying the ride), but soon my fat ass grounded me on the center of the chair.

I scolded my child and silently cursed myself for decorating in the presence of a hyperactive four-year-old. I realized that I'm not superwoman (I know, it's a surprise to all). If I were, it would scar comic book lovers around the world. I cannot do it all. I decided next time, anything done above ground level is best handled by a manly-man with a utility ladder.