Bad karma

I'm not entirely sure what I've done lately, but apparently the universe has decided that I deserve retribution. Today started with one of the more frightening moments of my life (in retrospect it was nothing but at the time, it nearly induced a heart attack). Around 3 a.m. I was up laying out the design for Levi's birthday cake when someone rang my doorbell. Now, we have the actual bell disconnected, because it wakes the kids, but this place is big enough that the previous owners installed a second buzzer in the room where I just happened to be--the kitchen. This is no pleasant tinkle, either. It makes the most god-awful buzz you've ever heard, and it's especially disturbing at 3 in the morning. Since I was too much of a wuss to answer, with what feeling I had left in my legs, I went up to the bedroom and, once my mouth could form words, dragged Nate out of bed. As it turns out, it was the next door neighbor, who I informed us that the rear passenger-side window of our car had been busted with a pellet gun. No, it was not high crime, but still expensive and annoying, and I got even less sleep than usual.

Today was supposed to be work day at home, and with the late night, we needed a boost. Nate supplied this in the form of 44 ounce Diet Coke. Once Naomi was contently playing on her own, I left her with Nate and went to work in the kitchen. I had scarcely filled the dish drainer when I heard a commotion in the living room. I soon learned that Isaac had dumped most of my drink onto my laptop. Yes, it's fried. Reparable? Perhaps. For a reasonable price? Doubtfully. I may be moving to a PC for a few years, at least until i'm done raising toddlers. Things like this make me think that may be sooner than originally planned. For now, I'll be blogging from my iPod.