(my husband likes to call us minivan people. the brat.)
That's why, when I saw my first window broken today, I was absolutely shocked. I never imagined that a window pane was really so thin, so fragile...so, well, breakable.
You know what's even more shocking?
I broke it.
with my hand, no less.
It had been a rough day. In frustration I banned my two eldest to the great outdoors. My five year old drama king insisted that it was too muddy and cold to play. I told him he had a coat on and would survive a half hour in the backyard and locked the door 'cause I'm mean like that. After which, he proceeded to ring the back doorbell incessantly for 3 minutes straight (which, as any mother knows, is actually a really long time). Losing interest, he then decided to entertain himself poking his younger sister with a stick. So...I knocked on the window to let him know his misdeeds were not going unnoticed. He ignored me. I hit the window a little harder. He looked at me and then continued to ignored me.
Then, unfortunately, I hit the pane a lot harder.
ok, ok...one might say I banged on the window.
and it broke.
I stared at him, he stared at me, and we both stared at the window.
It was not my finest moment.
please tell me I'm not the only one who has done something this stupid.