Life Lessons Courtesy of Krazy Glue

You know how sometimes life just kind of tinkers along and we get busy with day to day things like working and getting dressed and undressed and teaching ourselves to only wash our hair every other day though it goes against everything inside you that is screaming "gross" but your hairdresser kind of insisted you better either do that or stop having your hair colored which is grossly impossible considering that along the right side of your head, like where you would part it, a long thick grey streak has set up home and I HAVE to dye my hair and it only makes sense to do so in blondish color because then the contrast, when it starts to grow out after a week, is not so great. So, anyways just life as we know it until I randomly and mistakenly glued my finger onto a tube of different glue.

As in, I was being the glue queen. I am NEVER adequately Super Mom and I decided that for Crazy Hair Day I WOULD be awesome, dammit-  thus the glue. OK, maybe that doesn't make perfect sense to you, but believe me, it did to me. IF this still works out tomorrow, I will be sure to post pics. Now, if on Tuesday my kids show up with their hair shaved- that's a different story.  I had all this glue all over the place and when I went to pick up the Krazy Glue it was open and it fell on the counter and I grabbed for it while still holding the other tube-  and there you have it.

The tube just kind of hung off my finger. And the timing was so incredibly wrong, we were LATE for Gigi's soccer game, and on the way out I had just tried sweeping these glue bottles off the counter to "clean" up (yup, I am the proverbial sweeper of stuff under the rug person). And I was sooo annoyed. I just wanted to rip it off, but I was smart enough to realize that it really was stuck on pretty well. My instinct and usual flippant nature didn't work. Like, I had to come up with a plan.

So, I stopped. I stood there looking at my finger with the tube of glue hanging off it. And, it was suddenly the PROVERBIAL tube. Of glue. It glued me to the house. It made me stop and realize that while this was going on my sweet teenager whipped out one of his devices and started googling how to deal with Krazy Glue and my other, crazy boy told me to hold the hand in scalding water- NOW- and my- little not so much anymore- guy hollered for Gigi to get the phone and call dad. And I noticed how Gigi's front tooth is really just hanging by a thread at this point and she looks kind of Nightmare on Scary Street-ish like that and how Julian had rings under his eyes and I had suspected for a somewhat unconscious while that he reads after we go to sleep, late at night. And how ridiculous Thorsten sounded, but how worried and serious he looked as he grabbed my hand and my cool-under-pressure Sebastian, who was my hero the day Thorsten's head exploded- literally.

And I cherished the moment and didn't want the tube off for one ridiculous moment. Because it is random moments like these, where I take a forced step back and realize what I have. And realize what really matters, like the psyche of these 4 kids.

So, I just went ahead and took a knife to my hand. The great news is that Gigi won her soccer game.