For today's writing prompt I chose 3.) Tell us about something you broke.
It's true, I broke the bathroom sink. I know right? How on earth could you break a sink? It was all innocent enough!
Naturally, I broke the sink when Mr. Y was unavailable to help, not that he could have done anything to help at midnight. Mr. Y was working third shift and I had just sent him off to his job. I went in the bathroom to wash my face. As I opened the medicine cabinet and reached in to find my moisturizer, it suddenly slipped out of my hands and dropped right into the sink. It was one of those small, heavy, glass jars of moisturizer. My first thought was, crap, the bottles going to break. But no. I looked down in the sink to find a series of cracks radiating from the center where a chunk of the sink had actually been removed.
I stood there, mouth open wide, staring in dismay at my broken sink.
Then the tears started as I retrieved my jar of moisturizer from the sink. It was completely intact with no evidence of the destruction it had wreaked. Un. freaking. Believable. I broke the bathroom sink. My sink now had a small triangular hole in it with a multitude of cracks surrounding it. There was no way this sink was going to hold water ever again.
I went to find my phone. I had to call Daddy Y and let him know what I'd done.
"Hey! What's up" he said, wondering why on earth I was calling him at 1 a.m. Normally I'd have been asleep for an hour now.
"I broke the bathroom sink."
"Did you hear me?" I said, as I started sobbing again. "I broke the bathroom sink."
"You what?" He asked. Clearly my statement didn't give enough information.
"I broke the basin in the bathroom sink. It's broken. I broke it. It's not going to hold water."
"You broke the bathroom sink?"
"Yes. I broke the bathroom sink."
Then he started giggling. Not the response I was expecting, but totally acceptable in my mind.
"How, exactly, did you manage to break the bathroom sink?"
I recounted the attack upon the sink by the moisturizer bottle.
"Your bottle of moisturizer broke the bathroom sink. Really?"
"Most definitely. The moisturizer jumped out of the cabinet and assaulted the sink and the bottle won."
"Well. Okay. Maybe put some tape across the sink so the kids will ask you about it before they use it if they wake up in the night."
"Okay. I'm sorry." I said, feeling horrible that we were going to have to purchase a new sink and he was going to have to install it.
"You're sorry that this freak accident occurred which broke the bathroom sink. Well, I guess I can forgive you. It's kind of funny really. It's okay."
Of course, in all fairness, I hated that bathroom sink.