Broken

It's been a stressful week....any parent knows that having sick kids can be the biggest nightmare on the planet! About 2 weeks ago, Macie had the pukes....and we found ourselves shampooing her carpet at midnight. Nightmare! This week it was her buddy...Carson. Sunday night he sprung a fever of 104.7! And it's been going strong ever since. Scrambling to find people to watch him ( thanks mom!) and worrying about our disney cruise that leaves on Sunday. It was one of those weeks where you truly feel the impact of what being a "working parent" entails at it's worst. Multiple trips to the doctor, multiple trips to the donut store (that's all he would eat) and investing in a life supply of children's Motrin. Like I said...it's been a little rough at the S'Moores.

Everything came to a head today when Carson dropped my ipad on the kitchen floor. I had spent all day downloading "mickey mouse clubhouse" episodes onto it to be prepared for flights and peaceful dinners on the cruise. When I heard it hit the floor I cringed...but knew that bad boy had been through much worse drops on much harder surfaces. But when Travis picked it up and said "uh oh" I knew it wasn't good. The volume buttons were dented in...so there was no sound. He insisted that if I tried I fix it myself, I would mess up my newly manicured ( Shellac!) nails! As he sat there trying to fix the volume button ( and save my nails) he shattered the screen. That's all it took. I said a bunch of stuff I'm not proud of (that my 2 yr old later repeated) and kicked the trash can out of frustration. Now we have a broken ipad and a nice stainless trash can with a dent in it. But as I stood there staring at the shards of glass (and dent in the trash can)...everything became clear. These are just things. Things that can be replaced. Things that won't matter in 5 years. Things that won't make or break my bank account. Things that probably get in the way of quality time with my family.

Someone probably got a terminal diagnosis today...and here I am kicking a trash can over a replaceable object. Sometimes we do silly things due to stress and frustration, but we must lot lose sight of the big picture. Things are things.....