Uh-Oh at B&N

So, motherhood didn't start it, I've always been a klutz -- or rather, prone to ridiculous accidents (a talent I've inherited from my mother - we're both comedians, Lucille Ball types without the cameras).

But motherhood does give me a great excuse when the ridiculous happens. For instance, when I swiped my card so emphatically at the counter last night at Barnes & Noble that I elbowed my frappucino to the ground, where it splattered in a mess - it would have happened if I'd been alone, but because Josie was in my arms, I kind of made the "oh it's so hard being a mother" grimace and scooted out apologetically and felt forgiven by the girl behind the register. You know?

And last week, when I knocked the just-bought, full, expensive, and open sandalwood oil bottle into the used and also open toilet bowl (which my husband later unknowingly flushed down the toilet) the fact that Josie was in the room, even though she had nothing to do with the accident, somehow made me feel - at least on the inside - okay. I mean, rushing around in the morning, getting ready, finding socks and bananas and a clean bra and all that... it's so hard being a mother!

The thing is, it IS hard, but it's also a lot of fun, and I've actually got our morning and evening routines down pretty good. What's hard is just being the kind of person who knocks things over and tends to make a big splash without meaning to. And it's always been like that - that is nothing new. So maybe it's not fair to motherhood to blame it for everything.

But as we all know - life isn't fair...