Day 56: Behind, Behind, Behind

Yes, it is Friday. Yes, I'm writing about Monday, then Tuesday, then Wednesday, and so on. I'm behind, did you notice? I blame my stupid projects. Now, back to Monday:

Today I woke up and knew I couldn't put it off any longer, I HAD to work on my sister-in-law's blog for her. So I took care of my kids like a good little mommy, and once Alivia was down, I put a movie on for Lucy and Jack and got to work. Work might be an understatement here. I spent a good 3 hours working on this blog, and now that I've stopped for the day, I feel really good about helping out, but I'm a little annoyed because honestly, I did all this for them, and it will benefit me in no way as it stands right now. So, once I'm caught up here, I will spend an hour making sure it benefits me too, and then my annoyance will go away.

In the middle of fiddling with formats and resizing pictures and all that crap, Alivia woke up. That is when I had the brilliant idea of trying her out in the saucer. I know she is way too young for it, but I wanted to see what she thought. So, I went down to the basement, and started yanking on it to get it out from the middle of a small mound that it was in. While yanking the side of the saucer caught under the lip of a large bucket filled with dry wall mud. As I continued to yank, the bucket came free and fell back to the ground, except for the part that fell directly on my toe and "scalped" it for lack of a better word.

When I saw the damage, I got a little queasy, and that has never happened to me with any wound. I guess the sight of the skin flopping around like that is what got me. I quickly came upstairs and tended to it, and made sure to use it as a teaching moment for a very concerned Lucy. I not only taught Lucy how to care for and clean a wound, but I also seized the moment to show her the kind of owie that actually qualifies for a bandaid.

The remainder of my day was filled with cleaning and all the other mundane activities of my current life as I know it. As I went, I realized that my stupid toe was going to kill my goal of running every day this week. I couldn't even get my shoes on to get the mail. I had bandaids on, but as I came down the stairs too fast or tried to put shoes on, I could feel my wound being ripped open again. Every time it made me nauseous. And so, I'm forced to take a few days off of running to let it heal. I'm not too happy about that.