Homegoods Wrecker

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I just ordered myself a replacement 2020 Mother's Day gift... I accidentally broke my beloved coffee mug with the Friends font that stated: "Mother's Day 2020 The One Where We Were in Quarantine." In May 2020 we were staying at my in-laws' house in NJ and while it was a scary, uprooted time, it was also an escape from city life and comprised lots of family togetherness and QT spent outdoors. I cherished my mug memento. I used that particular cup daily for my peppermint tea. And then I broke it.

I happen to be clumsy at times. I still shudder at the memory of spilling red wine on a friend's white rug, like ten years ago. My klutziness stems from my tendency to rush. In recent weeks I broke a glass. My elbow accidentally knocked it off the kitchen counter when I was hurrying. Subsequently Liv got a little piece of glass in her foot. The guilt! A few days later, Liv mistakenly broke a glass, and I punctured my finger during cleanup. Karma’s a bitch!

I have since tried to ban glassware from our home. Hubs says that is unrealistic. It's also not the answer. I can't remove all potential risks from life, unfortunately. So here's the plan, I will try to slow down. Be softer and less hurried. "Sometimes it's good to go slow," as parenting guru Daniel Tiger says.

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P.S. After witnessing my disappointment over my shattered Mother's Day gift, Liv drew me a picture of the mug. My heart!