Most of us have a sense of where we stand in a family or social situation. Sometimes those perceptions aren’t accurate and sometimes things happen and you get a big “confirmation” stamp on those feelings. What follows is an incident that left me pretty clear about how I rate.
Shortly after we got the houndies, I was loading dishes in the dishwasher. Freedom doesn’t like to come in the kitchen, but when I’m in there she likes to peek around the corner so she can keep an eye on what I’m doing…because you never know when I might get the urge to grab a snack for her. When I’m standing at the sink, my dishwasher is behind me I’ve done this simple act of loading the dishwasher for years with no problem, but on this particular night I stepped back just a fraction of an inch too much and caught my leg on the open dishwasher door. Before I knew what had happened, I fell backward on the dishwasher door (yes, I broke it) and onto the floor (ceramic tile). Me, going from standing to flat on my back (with a dishwasher door in between) makes a pretty impressive noise, so Freedom was startled and jumped back. Immediately, I heard my husband’s concerned voice calling from the Family Room, “Freedom! It’s all right!” All I can say is, it’s good to know how you rate.