The Sky is Falling!

In a very Chicken Little moment, I got smacked in the head with something. It wasn't as big as the sky, but it was definitely bigger than an acorn. It was a bike.

One of our clever New York City space-saving strategies was to hang the kids' bikes up from hooks on the kitchen ceiling. They have been up there for months, and it seemed like a great idea. On Tuesday, though, Rose's bike had apparently had enough and came crashing down. I was unfortunately standing underneath it, and took the hit.

The good news: I was not holding a baby at the time. More good news: It landed tire first, inflicting much less damage. Even more good news: The hook just slipped out of the ceiling without bringing huge chunks of plaster with it. Still more good news, I am staying home with a sick baby anyway, so I can take it pretty easy until my perma-headache goes away.

I talked about it with John afterwards:

Mom: That was pretty scary when a bike fell on Mommy, huh?

John: What bike?

Mom: Rose's bike.

John: When?

Mom: A few minutes ago, when we were in the kitchen and a bike fell on my head.

John: Oh yeah, I saw that.