Thursday, October 2, 1014
Day 83 of 100 Days of Good Karma.
Connor came home from Kindergarten and was determined to get the Halloween decorations out.
He’s been talking about it all week. He’s so excited it’s October that he wore all orange to school today.
I looked into the closet where all of our seasonal decorations are stored.
For some reason, when I put everything into this closet, I thought it would be a good idea to put a small nine-cube organizer in the closet too.
It all fits, but to get the decoration tubs out, I have to move the shelf. It was one of those decisions you make mid organization project that doesn’t function well in real life.
I was tired and grumpy. I didn’t want to move the shelf.
“We can wait until Daddy gets home,” I said.
“What?!” He looked horrified. He’d been waiting all week for this.
I went back to doing whatever I was doing. I didn’t realize it had gotten quiet.
The dangerous kind of quiet.
In the middle of a You Tube video I heard a noise come from that room.
The distinct wood-slapping-on-wood sound of one of the removable shelves falling onto another.
“Connor,” I called. “What are you doing?”
I walked into the other room to check on him. I had to step over blue baskets on my way.
Blue baskets that had recently sat on a certain shelf.
Connor saw me coming and burst into tears.
At first I thought the tears meant he’d hurt himself. Then I realized they were I’ve-been-busted tears.
I looked in the closet and was astounded.
He’d removed all the baskets from the shelves to make it lighter (hence the blue baskets I had to step over). Then he’d slid the shelf away from the closet wall. He’d angled it so he could drag it out the door. He would have gotten it all the way out of the closet if he hadn’t been ratted out by that one shelf.
He was utterly silent during all of this.
I’m not sure how he would have gotten to the Halloween tub since it was under the Christmas tub, but I have no doubt he’d have found a way.
I looked from the shelf to Connor (now puddled in tears in the corner of the room) then back to the shelves with open mouthed wonder.
“Connor, come here,” I said.
He came, head down, still sniffling.
“I’ll get the Halloween stuff out.”
He looked up hopefully.
“But don’t do that again. Ever.”
He nodded, eyes wide.
Now my living room looks like a graveyard.
Today’s silver lining: And that shelf is affixed to a wall where it won’t block anything ever again.
What’s your silver lining today? I love comments!