The Power of Three

I packed Addy into her stroller today to run some errands. As I was crossing the street and keeping an eye on traffic, I neglected to look where I was going, stepped into a pothole and fell. I instinctively clung to the stroller so that it didn't go out into traffic and tried to catch myself on my knees - lost my balance again and caught myself on my face. My cheek made contact with the asphalt. The stroller went over backwards but so gently and slowly that Addy only looked at me quizzically from her new vantage point.

Later, after running errands and on my way home, I stopped to get a bubble tea for the first time in ages. I promptly dropped it not one block from where I bought it.

Finally, once I returned home and swore not to leave the house for the rest of the day, I thought I'd straighten out a pantry door that I had installed poorly. With a screwdriver in one hand, the door slipped from my other knocking over a domed cake platter causing it to crash all over the kitchen floor. Addy screamed, again, unharmed but shaken and the cats, well I probably won't see them until tomorrow.