Would you rather start out the week with:
a. an inch of water pooling on your kitchen floor because the neighbors upstairs had a pipe burst and it dripped through the ceiling to your apartment
b. your child screaming and covered in vomit
c. a half-drowned rodent in the child’s bathtub that you inexplicably didn’t drain the night before
I’m just wondering which you would pick. We didn’t really get to choose (only one of the choices happened), but so far nothing worse has happened to us all day long. (Even though Micah had to go to work sick, I walked around in the rain a lot and had to deal with a tired hungry boy at the store, and I slipped down the last four stairs when I went down to get the umbrella that had dropped when I was trying to carry it, Simon, the stroller, a backpack with groceries in it, and the diaper bag up the stairs.) So maybe it was a good thing.