Sometimes, accidents are blessings

This afternoon Bailey was playing with Pixos, one of her new toys Santa brought just for her. And while she was showing me her Pixos, I realized that when Daddy had allowed her peanut butter and jelly on the coffee table, the jelly she had told me exploded, had indeed exploded, all over the rebate forms for our new monitors (my monitor literally died) Daddy had yet to send in. I was a little upset to see them covered in jelly and Daddy had wondered what was ruined and I replied, "sixty dollars" and then explained. He instantly was angry with Bailey (a little too much so) and immediately went to de-jelly the receipts and rebate forms. I stayed to assure Bailey it was okay because she kept explaining it was an accident, and it was, and Daddy's anger had little to do with her (more so with himself).

Now the blessing in all of this is that we have a terrible track record with rebates. In fact, one of the few times I did send one in, it arrived in a plastic bag from the postal service in pieces, so it was worthless. And as it was drying, I noticed the date on it. I informed Daddy maybe it was a good thing jelly exploded. The directions said they must be postmarked by the 28th, and well, since that's tomorrow and tomorrow is Sunday, that meant we were about to miss the boat. We started filling them out, copying the UPCs (thanks to my new copier/printer/scanner that replaced my very dead printer) and sealing envelopes. They may not have been postmarked in time since they were dropped off at 4, but at least we tried, and at least it made us aware of their fast approaching due date. And as Bailey likes to remind us, accidents happen; but so do blessings.