I have to be careful with what I say. For example, the other day I was in Daphne’s room, cleaning, while Miss D was in her crib playing with her toys. I was thinking about stripping the sheets off her crib when I realized that Daphne very rarely messes up her bed. Before she was born I bought all these sheets, thinking I’d be changing them all the time due to spit-up or diaper blow-outs. Nope. Never. That is until I mentioned it to Daphne (yes, I talk to her all the time just like she’s a little person and can understand me). Two seconds after I praised her for not messing up her sheets, she looked at me and pooped. And yes, it got on the sheets. She also pooped on her sheets today. Stuff like that happens all the time. I mention how great Daphne has been sleeping, then she suddenly stops sleeping. I need to keep my mouth shut.

So this weekend I was very cautious in mentioning what a good time Daphne & I were having together, and how everything was going well with Chris out of town. Because I knew as soon as I said something that all hell would break loose. I was also remembering the business trips my step-dad would take when I was growing up. The company that he worked for manufactured oil exploration equipment and one of their big clients was the Chinese government. For a number of years he would spend a good bit of time in China, maybe 3 to 6 months each year. Sometimes he’d be in Beijing, sometimes he’d be in the middle of nowhere. And this was in the 80’s, before everyone had cell phones and internet access. So it wasn’t easy to communicate with him. Anyway, whenever he would leave something would always blow up at home… an appliance, car, something. Which left my mom to deal with the situation. While Chris was gone I was waiting for the washer to leak or dishwasher to explode, something. Luckily everything was just fine. But now that I’ve said it I’m sure the next time he goes out of town something will break.