Breakage

Yesterday seemed like my day for breaking things. When I fist found out I was pregnant, I was perusing the Old Navy Maternity section looking for some jeans on clearance. I found some! A nice looking pair for $1.99. Yes, one dollar and ninety-nine cents. The catch was that the maternity panel had a slight tear in the side where the stitching had not held together. No biggie, I thought, I am sure they will last a little while and they were $1.99!! The jeans came home with me. They soon became my favorite, they were fitted enough to not make me look ginormous and comfortable enough to wear frequently (or daily.) The rip in the maternity panel was right where the panel met the jean fabric. As the months passed, the rip became a little bigger. The other side began to pull away from the jeans as well. (Keep in mind this was along the back side of the jeans. If I ever bent over a little too far I would hear a little rrrrrrrriiip. I always made sure to wear an extra long shirt when I wore the jeans, just in case.

Well, yesterday was the day. I was driving my brother James up to Bountiful to meet my sister and she was going to pick him up for some last minute pre-mission shopping and family visits. Lehi to Bountiful is not very far, only about 40 minutes. I do get really uncomfortable in the car, but as long as I am not driving I can change positions and it is fine. But when I am driving, I get this horrible cramp just above my ribcage. The longer I sit in the same position, the worse it gets. This happens every time I am pregnant, but not usually this early. It started to get really bad in Salt Lake and by the time we reached Bountiful, I needed a stretch. Once I parked the car, we were just waiting for Tara to show up. I first stretched my legs as far as they would reach in the car and then bent forward to stretch my back. That is when I heard a HUGE rip and felt some cold air on my back. I reached back to feel the damage and realized that the entire panel had pulled away and there was no way I would be able to keep my pants up when walking around. So the pants are toast, the fabric is so stretched out I don't think I could fix it with my minimal sewing skills. But that $1.99 did last 6 months!!

The second thing I broke was a lot more than $1.99. This weekend my little brother is speaking in church before he heads off on his mission next week. After church, there will be a humdinger of a shindig over at my house, since that is the day most of the family will be saying goodbye to him. In preparation for the big day, I have been methodically cleaning my house. I had everything fabulously clean last week and was doing a great job of maintaining until everyone came down with ear infections and colds and now it is not looking so good. Well, yesterday, I decided it was time to finally clean the fridge. Not just a wipe down of the inside, we are talking taking every shelf out and scrubbing. I was almost done, the fridge was glistening, all I had left to wash was a glass shelf that is over the vegetable bin. It is the lowest shelf in the fridge and where we usually keep milk. As I was washing it in the sink, all of the sudden it completely shattered in my hands. Glass flew everywhere. I can't believe no one was hurt. I quickly locked the kids in my room and cleaned up the floor first. Then, I gathered the big pieces out of the sink. Then, I spent 45 minutes picking the shards of glass out of the sink with tweezers, to make sure none fell in the disposal. Aaack. I found out today a replacement shelf is $85. Seriously? There is is no way the shelf is worth that much. So for now, my vegetables are getting lots of fresh air and the milk is up at the top of the fridge while I decide how badly we need a shelf there. Kenmore is trying to con me, I know it.