24. Shattered Glass

This morning I laughed when a table holding three coffee pots tipped over and the dishes shattered. A clean up crew came out of hiding and cleaned the mess up in what seemed like seconds. 

So I had to laugh when six hours later my children knocked a glass off the counter and it shattered. There was no clean crew to magically appear and sweep the mess away. There was just me and a four year old and two year old who wanted to help. 

"You can't help," I told them. "You might step on glass and get cut."

"But mommy, why are you in there? Don't get hurt!" My four year old whined.

I replied, "I'm watching where I step. I'm being careful. I'll be okay."

Two minutes later I sent her upstairs to get me a bandaid because I stepped on a piece of glass.

The irony did not escape me.