My exciting life

The kids & I have been busily running errands - trying desperately to get some projects done before #3 graces us all with her presence. We are all getting really excited to meet her! Anyway, there is lots to be done & we tend to work best under pressure....and this, my friends, is pressure. So, we were at the fabric store & at the fabric store, which is just off of a busy Atlanta road, are roosters. I don't know why, but they are there & it's always fun for the kids to look for them out of the windows. Well, it was close to closing time & a white rooster was hanging out by the front door. Both kids were very interested in the animal. The boy was yelling what he thought was "cock-a-doodle-doo" & he was close....but not quite...either way, it was adorable. The girl just couldn't understand why we were calling it a rooster when to her it was clearly a chicken. It was white....but it was a rooster. I've never heard of one, but I don't know much about roosters so I trust the owners....anyway, we were a few of the last people to check out & a nice lady held the door for me. I pushed the stroller outside & reached for the girl's hand.......unknowingly, i had trapped the rooster between the stroller & the building & his only escape was to run into the store....right at my daughter.
It was like slow motion for me. I knew it wouldn't go well & I could do nothing to help the situation. Lucy went flying & there was a lot of screaming & then feathers flying & the rooster took off - no doubt he was terrified. And somehow all of this feels normal to me. So normal that I forget to even tell stories like this to people. I guess that means my life is interesting...on some level, right? Because, though I may spend my day avoiding washing dishes & clothes & getting meals ready & dressing & cleaning children...I have encounters with roosters. And seriously, can you say that? When was the last time you had an encounter with a rooster? :)