Yesterday at the school picnic, Jay brought folding chairs for us to sit in. He gave me the nice one and took the aging one for himself. So you'd think I'd have been really kind and sympathetic to him when he sat down, cracked the chair and rolled over backwards onto the grass. But no. I laughed, as I have a tendency to do in these situations (remember Joey riding his bike into the pool?) Yep, I had a real good laugh. Naturally, if he had been hurt (or Isabella, since he was holding her at the time and did a fantastic job of keeping her safe during his tumble) I wouldn't have laughed. But he looked so, well, surprised, that I just couldn't help myself. I laughed, along with him, until tears were running down my face.
When I got home, I took Isabella out of her car seat and perched on one of our wicker and wood bar stools in the kitchen to nurse her while I watched the kids running around in the back yard. To my total surprise, with a loud crack the chair broke into three pieces and down I went onto the tile. Poor Isabella. Twice in one day! Poor me! My tailbone hit the tile hard but, miraculously, someone had left one of those gardening kneeling pads on the floor and my head landed there so I was fine. So was Isabella, although she was not happy about the sudden movement or the noise.
Karma? Divine justice? Something! This must have been a case of the universe evening things up. It is true that what goes around comes around, it's just usually not in the same day. And what Isabella had to do with it, I'll never know.
Perhaps I should attempt to contain my amusement at the future comic misfortunes of my beloved family members. Perhaps we should begin a family diet.