After accessing the situation and determining I would live, my oldest son walked back up the stairs, singing, "Kar-ma, KARRR-maa." My younger son showed a little more concern, "Should I call an ambulance or something?" he asked standing over me.
Earlier in the day, I had carried the clean laundry upstairs and put it away; only to find that my oldest son, when looking for a pair of socks to wear, had emptied the contents of his drawer onto his bedroom floor. And then left for Taekwondo. When he returned home, I calmly instructed him to not only hang up his uniform, but also to re-fold and put his socks and underwear back in the drawer. When he finished, I checked to make sure the task was completed to my satisfaction. After determining I could live with the results, I headed back down the stairs. And then I fell.
My son implied my slipping was a result of the universe punishing me for wrongdoing--in this case for making him undo a mess he made. He was wrong. The universe was not punishing me by causing me to slip and fall. However, the universe is punishing me for sins I committed years and years ago; it's punishing me for disrespecting my own mother as a teenager--by providing me with my own disrespectful teenager. In fact, it's downright LAUGHING at me. Is it too late to apologize?
KARMA IS A BITCH!
...Or is it?
Urban Dictionary defines Karma as: The Buddhist belief that whatever you do comes back to you. For example, if you do something good, something good will happen to you and vice versa. Merriam-Webster and Dictionary.com define it essentially the same way.
Later that evening, we dropped both boys off at their Taekwondo school for a "lock-in" which coincided with Valentine's Day weekend.
Ten minutes after leaving them for our date night, my oldest son called, "Mom, I ripped my pants. Can you bring me another pair?"
"Sorry kiddo. No can do," I sang, "We have res-ser-vaaaa-tions."
Yep. Karma is a bitch!