I should be on my lunchtime walk right now. Instead I'm sitting at my desk with a bag of ice on my toe. You know where this is going. Oops, I did it again. Let's start from the beginning. Family woke up Tuesday morning with a terrible cough coming from one particular four year old. Actually I wasn't feeling too grand myself but figured I could sequester myself in my office for the day. If she had been a few years younger that seal bark would have prompted anxious waiting by the phone for the clock to strike 8 to join the appointment line at the doctor's office. We asked her if she wanted to go back to bed and she made a beeline for her covers. Katherine never does that. So it was official, one of us was staying home for the day. Since I'm the one with options to put in some hours away from the office, it was me. We made the decision to send Teddy in for the day, figuring that Katherine might be one germy handful and to give me the best chance possible to get some work done when I could (reminder: MAJOR federal report due September 30th). Off we went to start our day.
By 11am, Katherine was downright chipper, she had coughed up whatever needed to be coughed up and declared to me that she wasn't sick anymore. And lo and behold when we went to pick up Teddy at 4, I found out the whole gosh darn place had the same thing she had. Everyone, and I mean everyone, was coughing and sniffling. I guess it's going around.
Back home to get the kids settled and dinner started. Which is the exact time everyday that Teddy decides he wants to be held. Most nights Ted is there so we can tag team it but he had to work late last night and then had plans to stop for a haircut on the way home. Usually you can appease the little guy in his high chair with some toys for a bit, which is what I did at first, but your luck usually runs out and he declares that under no uncertain terms should he be put down for at least the next hour. Then begins the shuffle, pick up, do a few laps around the house, put down, run into kitchen and cook until the screaming starts again, repeat. Well on one of these repetitions, I put him down in his bouncy seat, turned and stubbed my toe on the recliner handle to the La-Z-Boy. Maybe grazed with great force is a better way to put it. I knew it right away. And boy was it hard not to let you a litany of swears in front the verbal sponge that is our daughter.
Things went downhill from there. I hobbled around in pain, trying frantically to appease a baby that would not be comforted, finish dinner (cause the solid food eating people in the house were starving) and tend to my poor foot as best I could. The things you do when you have to, did you know that you can carry a 17lb baby up and down the stairs with a bad foot in order to change a poopy diaper? Yes, the kid chose that particular moment to take a dump. Katherine...I can't say enought how good she was and wow, helpful too. She never complained that dinner was slllooowwww in coming, that Teddy was screaming his head off and that Mommy was frustrated as all get out at the situation. That's my girl.
Ted arrived home in the middle of all the chaos and well, together we got everything straightened out. Today... I won't lie...it hurts but I can get myself around. I've been icing as much as possible. Still, it feels much better compared to the last time I did this, so I figure by tomorrow, I'll be well on my way. Probably flip flops and lunching in for the rest of the week.
Co-workers have suggested I purchase a good pair of steel toed shoes to wear around the house. Their all heart.
Grace is not my strong point...off to fill up my bag of ice.
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