Our marriage isn't broken!

Do you ever just want to get away from it all?????

I have the blessed Little L in bed right now. Early this morning he was a bad, bad boy. First of all, I hate Daylight Savings Time and what it does for little kids. They don't have a clue about the fact that they should sleep an extra hour. Their bodies are on an automatic timezone. It doesn't matter that I tried to put them to bed later last night. Well, my body is the same way - so I can't complain too much. I wake up without an alarm clock every morning at the same early time. And this morning I was not surprised when it was an hour earlier (but not realy, because, you know . . . Daylight Savings, and all that . . .)

OK, back to the bad boy.

I have to back up: Two weeks ago my husband surprised me with a new flat-top oven for our 12th wedding anniversary. It's beautiful. It was a huge surprise. We had been sort of needing a new range because the old one had a few burner problems (shorting out on me in the middle of cooking). I was down to 1 fully functioning burner. The oven worked just fine . . . but the range, not so much. I know, I know you people out there are going to say "get the range fixed, have an electrician come in and fix it" blah. Trust me when I say that by the time my husband got the Lowe's salesman down to their rock-bottom price . . . . it was well-worth the brand new entire product, rather than risking the electrician's rate.

He totally shocked me with this purchase because we barely talked about a new oven. I figured I'd put up with my shorting-out range for awhile because of a lack of funds in the budget.

He knows I love a good surprise though. So he was pretty sneaky. :-)

AHHH, BLISS.

Well, this morning I was getting ready for church and I heard a quick little noise out in the kitchen and then my husband yell "NOOOOOOO!" He came back in the room where I was and said "L just broke our oven!" He nearly had tears in his eyes. WOW.

Apparently, Little L had a homemade fishing pole (picture dowell rod, string, and magnet on the end). He was swinging it around, and it hit our oven door . . . and shattered it to pieces. I'm not a genius about such things, but I'm thinking that thing had to have hit at a pressure point or something . . . I just cannot believe that it shattered the glass door like that!! One minute before the event, my husband told Little L NOT to swing said fishing pole around . . . but what did he do? He kept swinging it . . . . BAM.

First, I wanted to call everyone I know who doesn't have kids and give them the following advice: DON'T HAVE KIDS.

But I knew that would be wrong.

The real advice is: When you have kids, realize that things will get broken . . . even things you consider precious . . . kids might even get hurt. Just don't go off the deep end and do or say anything you'll regret later. And if you do, ask for forgiveness.

I think our 2 year old knows he did something wrong. He definitely didn't understand it when his Daddy was telling him how expensive it was going to be to replace the glass . . . . that was just Daddy venting. LOL I get to stare at a broken oven for awhile. AHHH, back to the old days. I asked my husband if this was a sign of our marriage. He said, "maybe . . . . only if we looked at it that the glass may get shattered, but the oven still works!"