Couldn't have said it better myself, Sweet Brown!
Yeesh.
So I've managed to probably break my foot. I'm not sure how! But I'm pretty sure I did.
And it didn't help that I spent the weekend walking on it (and possibly dancing) at the wedding. It's not discolored just swollen and painful. My sweet In Laws brought me a boot. You see - I'm TOTALLY over doctors and I'm currently refusing to go to one. What are they going to tell me?! After a copay and ex-rays and probably being sent to a specialist for ANOTHER copay and MORE ex-rays - they're going to tell me it's a stress fracture and to wear a boot. I'm skipping all that stuff and just wearing a boot.
Oh yeah - talk about SEXY! ~ said no one ever.
So I'm clunking around the house like Quasimodo trying my best to not wake the FINALLY sleeping baby. I feel like I'm stuck in that ghost story from our childhood where you hear a 'thump, thump, dragggggg' before you get your face scrapped off.
Yep - that's me!
Oiy vey.
And I'm not sure what we've done to Little Bitty but she refuses to sleep in her bed again. She falls asleep and I put her in her bed and within 10 minutes she wakes up SCREAMING. It's not the usual "come and get me, I woke up and I'm bored" cry - it's the "someone is killing me, come save me" cry. And it takes about 30 minutes of her sniffling to get her to calm down. And sleeping with her is not ideal.
Momma needs a nap....or three.
I'm praying for some extra patience because I'm pretty sure it's too early for wine.....

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