We had a good couple days. What with the subjects being removed on the house and the sale FINAL (silent cheer!) and then winning the TomTom trip (read my winning entry here!) we figured we were on a roll! Possibly my parents were part gypsy, or it is the lingering irish in my blood… but we had always learned that things come in threes. Good things, bad things, it doesn’t matter, but they all come in threes.
So, with this tried and tested knowledge in my hat, I spent my day Saturday waiting for our next super, amazing thing. See, I was confident it was going to be big… really big! The other 2 were awesome and of an enviable size for lucky happenings, but I was so over confident that this next luck was going to be astounding.
I did what I could to encourage the luck along. I bought lotto tickets (for the coming week… luck can be lasting you know) and put took some risks in connecting on things I hadn’t previously had the courage to take. I was doing everything I could to allow this last great thing to just fall in my lap.
Apparently, somewhere I missed the fine print.
Or maybe due to recession you are now only handed TWO good things in a row?
I’m not sure, but I certainly missed the memo.
Our streak ended… not to say we are now unlucky, but possibly we are currently batting a hard core, welcome to reality, average.
And in all truth our bad wasn’t all that bad… maybe, somehow it will actually turn out to be a good in the end? You just never know!
So, the dramatic finish to our luck? Our lovely 6 year old not only breaks her arm on the night of our celebration barbeque… but keeps in hidden from us for 3 days. Can you imagine the looks the orthopedic staff gave me as I recount the story of “manipulating” her arm after she falls from the bunkbed ladder? Or how about when I tell them that she participated fully in gymnastics camp the day before.
I was so confident that we had some magic on our side this week, I never, for a moment, stopped to consider that maybe our little bubble had burst.
I am not a good one at living on solid ground anyway, but carrying the bad parenting badge around has been a heavy burden, quickly crashing me back to the reality of responsibilities, lists (OMG, the lists!) and making my own luck happen.
And keeping my fingers crossed that bad things don’t come in three’s anymore either.