|Don't bother reading your horoscope for a while.|
"Mom, I painted Uranus green! But I dropped it on the floor..."
Sure enough, there it languished.
When Uranus plummets from the heavens, you feel humbled. And when you kneel on the floor next to Uranus that was so recently in celestial orbit, it puts you in a reflective mood. You find yourself cast back to previous instances of Uranus crashing down.
This blog was born as a lament for the independence that I lost in a thumb war to Baby One, which I again lost in a dodgy poker game to Baby Two. Here six years into this adventure, the stars have once more aligned to send my sorry backside to the back of the queue with Baby Three.
"Mom! Wake up! Uranus is still on the floor."
There is little time for reflection with Uranus so low on the horizon, but I know from experience that it's only up from here.