Just Another Day

Yesterday when we got home from church I stayed outside to enjoy the warm weather and scrape ice off the driveway. (Hey, 30° felt like a heat wave after all the arctic weather we've had!) After I'd been out for awhile, David stuck his head out the door and shouted, "Amy! Help!" So of course I went in and casually started taking my shoes off. No baby crying, that's kinda nice. But what? Archer crying? It didn't really sound like a hurt cry, but I thought I heard David say the word "hospital" while he was talking to Arch in the other room. Oh, I thought, I wonder if we have the cash to pay the emergency room co-pay, or if they'll bill us? I'm sure David will take Archer in, since it wouldn't make sense for all of us to trek over there just to sit around. I hope there's no blood on the carpet. Oh yeah, also I hope Archer's not hurt TOO badly. (Notice how I'm not even worked up about this? How I'm just sort of thinking through how the rest of the day's plans will go? Is this really what its come to? Too many trips to the ER to get overly excited about it, I guess.)

Imagine my surprise when I finally got my shoes off and walked into the living room to see an Archer that was NOT at ALL hurt. Well, the crying didn't really sound like a "hurt" cry anyway. He'd broken the lamp. He was more upset than we were, after all, nobody was hurt. And it was an accident. (Or so he said.) After about an hour of clean up (the glass was EVERYWHERE, embedded in the carpet and furniture) we had pancakes and all was well. Just another day in paradise. The end.