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Thursday, July 01, 2004

Ever have one of those moments when you envision future doom and think to yourself, ”Please don’t let it happen to the children!” Well, I had one of those pleas come true tonight.

Just after I put up that last, warm, fuzzy post, I rearranged my sleeping children and wandered into the bath to let the water out of the tub. I scooted the shower door over a bit so I could pull the plug, and BAM ~ CRASH ~ BAM ~ SHIT ~ SHATTER ~ HUH ~ TINKLE ~ SHATTER ~ SHATTER ~ SHATTER the shower doors came crashing down into the tub and freaking blew up all over the bathroom.

And there I was, standing there in my bare feet and pjs, suddenly thinking about Bruce Willis in Die Hard. I did not get that visual later, or as I began to type this up; no, it came to me while I was still stunned, shocked, looking around me at the sea of half-inch wide pieces of shattered safety glass and noting the dozen or so cuts on my feet and forearms just beginning to trickle and drip.

Holy keeerist in a sidecar. My kids were just in there. Breathe, Breathe.

I carefully plotted an escape route, holding my bleeding forearms up like a surgeon, and grabbed my cell phone. “Gil? Hi! Um, where are you?” “Safeway, why?” “Um, the shower door finally came down, and, um, shatttered, and I’m bleeding, and could you come home?”

He abandoned the cart of groceries and drove the two blocks home, burst into the house, found me in the bathroom, sweeping up glass and sobbing and held his arms out to me. I don’t remember the last time I cried like that. When Dylan was in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit on a respirator for ten days? I was a rock. When they had to use the little paddles to cardiovert him on day four or so? The doctor almost cried watching me be strong.

In fact, the last time I remember crying like that on Gil’s shoulder was in 1992, before we were married. I’d gotten up in the middle of the night to pee, and he hid in the closet and jumped out at me as I made my way back to bed. He scared the bejeezus out of me, and I sobbed and sobbed. Funny, that.

Anyway, we went into the kitchen and rinsed out my cuts to see if any needed stitches, and none did, so I put on a few bandaids and went back to sweeping up. It was unbelievable. I filled one of those big kitchen cans almost halfway with tiny circlets of glass. Getting them out of the tub full of water and bubbles was a task and a half. It was like panning for diamonds. Tiny, worthless diamonds that would shred your fingers if you weren’t careful.

Anyway, I am so so so so so glad my kids weren’t there when it happened, or I am sure we’d be at the ER right now. And they’d never let me run another bubble bath for them again.

P.S. Gil just popped his head in to comment on the droplets of blood I left on the walls. Says it lends a homey touch.

P.S. Another holiday around the corner!

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viki said on...
07.01.04 at 09:19 PM |

HOLY HELL!!

SO glad that your ok and the kiddos werent in there… UGH! I would have been crying too. scary that!

zed said on...
07.01.04 at 10:06 PM |

thank god indeed the children weren’t in the bath, and i’m glad that you didn’t cut yourself too badly.

zeno said on...
07.01.04 at 10:28 PM |

Heck, I was crying just reading about it! Glad you are ok pet…

Buzz said on...
07.02.04 at 12:50 AM |

Glad you’re ok! Christ that’s scary!!

Daisy said on...
07.02.04 at 01:42 AM |

Hell fire Mindy, I’m glad you’re all okay.

p.s. I think you would have looked a tad sexier than Brucie in your pjs ;-0))

Chris said on...
07.02.04 at 02:04 AM |

Glad you’re okay Mindy...the kids as well. Sometimes if you really kick back and think about what might have been, you’ll just scare the shit out of yourself. So, don’t focus on it. Although I could totally see you in Die Hard kicking some Alan Rickman ass.

Katie said on...
07.02.04 at 04:00 AM |

Holy Shit! I’m shaking just reading that.

And it wasn’t even a holiday, shouldn’t you have waited until the 4th for that?

(I’m teasing, I’m so glad you and the kids are okay!)

Autumn said on...
07.02.04 at 04:02 AM |

sweet goddess girl…

well it figures don’t it. I mean after all the blogger incidents recently, the stairs, the falling, the things in people’s heads. I mean, in a way, I’m not surprised, I’ve been holding my breath in fear that you’d be the next blogger to go.

I am so glad it was just scratches, I’m so glad you’re ok, and I’m SOOO glad you’re husband came to save you. I was sitting here thinking, fuck, now what is she going to do.

I love you girl. remember, pressie on the way, make things better. and keep repeating my mantra “it could be worse”

Ben said on...
07.02.04 at 04:21 AM |

Attention, whoever you are, this channel is reserved for emergency calls only.

No fu**ing sh** lady. Do I sound like I’m ordering a pizza?

Ben said on...
07.02.04 at 04:22 AM |

Oh, and stay away from stairs for a while, just to be sure.

I fully expect Shower Door Kus next week.

Off The Track said on...
07.02.04 at 04:40 AM |

Thank goodness you are alright.
Good thing it fell when it did. Now you can get a door that is hopefully safer. Take Care.

Mir said on...
07.02.04 at 06:29 AM |

You poor thing!! I have a vivid memory of the shower door shattering all over my brother while he was in the tub. He was unhurt, but very rattled. It happened when my folks were out and a babysitter had to manage it, too. Not that this has anything to do with anything, except that I am trying to take your mind off of things.

Genuine said on...
07.02.04 at 07:50 AM |

“A hundred million terrorists in the world and I gotta kill one with feet smaller than my sister.”

“Come out to the coast, we’ll get together, have a few laughs… “

ICE ICE BABY!!!!

Lex said on...
07.02.04 at 08:44 AM |

Holy Hell! My heart is racing just reading this! This is why I hate shower doors, and yet my husband insists on them. Something about shower curtains that can get all moldy and having to replace them all the time. I say better to have to rip down some curtains and hang up new ones than watching for shards of glass!!! You poor thing!

And, what a meanie of Gil to scare you like that! I’ll bet he never tried that again!

pam said on...
07.02.04 at 09:02 AM |

Oh Mindy! I hope you’re okay! Bruce Willis got nothin’ on you, honey!

Vickie said on...
07.02.04 at 09:20 AM |

Holy moley! That is one of the scariest things ever. I am so glad your kids weren’t in there and that you weren’t seriously hurt.

I’ll never view my shower doors the same again....

myllissa said on...
07.02.04 at 09:22 AM |

OH my gosh, Mindy! That’s something out of the movies for sure. Growing up we had old sliding glass doors on our shower and I was frightened that something like that would happen. Thank God you are okay and it didn’t happen to your children!

Lee said on...
07.02.04 at 09:43 AM |

remind me not to take you to the china store

AnneWhitney said on...
07.02.04 at 10:57 AM |

OMG - that is terrifying! (Well, duh, huh?) Very glad all it took was band-aids to fix you us and yeah, better you and not the kids - Yikes!

Lei said on...
07.02.04 at 04:23 PM |

Who the hell installed that those shower doors? I’d be contacting a lawyer right about now. So glad to hear you and the kids are safe. Best be careful in the next few days in case there are any residual shards. :(

Hula Doula said on...
07.02.04 at 06:05 PM |

Ok I just nearly came out of my seat reading this. I hope you are ok honey! Here’s a hug your way!
Thank heavens the children weren’t in there.

Rockchild said on...
07.03.04 at 02:05 PM |

Oh I’m glad that nothing worse happened, and I hope you heal quick, Mindy!

Here’s another big big bear hug!

I hope you have a fun 4th of July weekend Mindy, I’ll drink a Pepsi for you!

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