Thank you to everyone. Seeing the replies and hugs helped me alot today.
I'm supposed to be asleep now, since I need to wake up early tomorrow morning because we're going to Mass. For more than just Palm Sunday now. But I couldn't sleep, so I went downstairs for a comfort food snack. I also... decided to wash the dishes because they were there and it's a mindless chore that doesn't require thought. While I was washing, I ran across the spatula I broke earlier today.
See, I baked brownies (yes more) today because the box was there on the counter. While I was getting the brownie mix in the pan, the spatula snapped in my hand. This was a single piece, hard plastic spatula. It's food-grade quality, since mom gets the expensive stuff from the dealers as enticements to buy for them for the facility she works for. I thought it was kinda weird that it snapped in my hand like that, since it's a very sturdy thing and all I was using it to do was spread the brownie mix evenly in the pan. But I thought I must've did something wrong and just went one with baking.
While I was washing the spatula part left over (mom threw the broken handle part away, but the spatula part still has a stumpy handle), I realized something. About the time I was making the brownies was the time Nanay had her heart attack. Because a few minutes after I got the brownies in the oven, my parents came home, we had lunch, and then mom got the phonecall. Mom told me she had weird things happen to her, too.
I don't know what to think, or if I'm overthinking, or if it's coincidence.
I'm supposed to be asleep now, since I need to wake up early tomorrow morning because we're going to Mass. For more than just Palm Sunday now. But I couldn't sleep, so I went downstairs for a comfort food snack. I also... decided to wash the dishes because they were there and it's a mindless chore that doesn't require thought. While I was washing, I ran across the spatula I broke earlier today.
See, I baked brownies (yes more) today because the box was there on the counter. While I was getting the brownie mix in the pan, the spatula snapped in my hand. This was a single piece, hard plastic spatula. It's food-grade quality, since mom gets the expensive stuff from the dealers as enticements to buy for them for the facility she works for. I thought it was kinda weird that it snapped in my hand like that, since it's a very sturdy thing and all I was using it to do was spread the brownie mix evenly in the pan. But I thought I must've did something wrong and just went one with baking.
While I was washing the spatula part left over (mom threw the broken handle part away, but the spatula part still has a stumpy handle), I realized something. About the time I was making the brownies was the time Nanay had her heart attack. Because a few minutes after I got the brownies in the oven, my parents came home, we had lunch, and then mom got the phonecall. Mom told me she had weird things happen to her, too.
I don't know what to think, or if I'm overthinking, or if it's coincidence.
