The Bird

I forgot to write this down! I think it was Monday morning. The kids and I had just gotten back from running. I was out of the shower and heard the lawn care guys coming. I went out back to pick up all the toys on the lawn so they could mow it. I was seriously outside for maybe one minute. When I got back in, Jake said, "Hey, mom. There's a bird!" Sure enough, a bird had flown through our open door in the minute I was outside. What?! 

Many of you know, but I do not do well with fluttery things (i.e. MOTHS--yeah, Jacq, you know what I mean!) and this bird was stuck in a corner behind a shelf FLUTTERING. I didn't know what to do! I opened the doors and got the broom, thinking I would hit it out. Then it stopped fluttering and no matter where I swept the broom, I couldn't hear it. I kept imagining me bending down in the corner to look and it fluttering in my face and pecking out my eyes. So, I did what any panicked girl would do. I called my hubby! Yep, that's right. Luckily, he didn't have class right then and was studying in the library, so I loaded the kids up and went to pick up my brave man. He came home and got the bird out...my hero! What a weird day! (And YES, Ash B. you were right about how to spell WEIRD...I stand corrected!) :)