my "mommy alone" weekend didn't quite turn into the weekend i planned. not at all.
i almost died.
well, i didn't almost die, but i came pretty close.
i broke my baby toe.
and right now i would like to take a minute and apologize to all the people i know who have broken their baby toe and limped around in front of me. i apologize because i am certain i made fun of your drama behind your back. it really is painful. i would even goes as far as to say it is more painful than childbirth.
it happened friday evening, i was totally sober, and just nailed it coming out of the laundry room. the next morning i could not walk. at all. i couldn't even walk on my heel, i had to hop around. it was a sad, pitiful sight.
i pondered what to do, hubby was not home so i had nobody to turn to for advice. finally i ventured out to the minor emergency clinic that we have in town, because my foot was turning black and blue and the pain was not getting any better. i got an x-ray to confirm my tiny toe was really really broken with a tiny hairline fracture on my foot. boo-hoo.
so they wrapped my toes, gave me an ugly boot and a prescription and sent me home.
that was my fun "mommy alone" weekend.
yesterday, i drove tess and i to weatherford so my mom could drive me to meet iddy and pa and my sweet brammy!! my mother had to drive me since i was dying in pain and couldn't take a pill and tote my kids around, that would just be irresponsible parenting! and i got to be pampered my parents, which is a bonus.
i just got home this afternoon and feel much better. i took a pain pill. it really helps. but i am not wearing that stupid boot. it is ugly and makes me feel a bit like a drama queen when someone asks, "what happened to your foot?" and i'm all like, "i broke my baby toe."
so i am being way tough right now.
anyhoo, my babies are home and everything is right in the world. a little bit of deprogramming will be going on the next few days. bram hasn't heard the word, "no" in a week.
on our way home today he asked me if he could have a motorcycle and a jet when he turns 16.
see? a little deprogramming is very necessary.
kind of like my pain pills.