So I Think I Broke My Toe And Other Assorted Crud

Yes. My toe hurts. Really badly. My big toe on my left foot. Hubby asked me, “Why are you limping?” ‘Cuz it hurts! I don’t know what I did, or why it hurts, or what to do to make it stop hurting, besides sit on my butt doing nothing. Seems to help.

I’ve spent the better part of this week being sick. I suppose it would be more appropriate to say I’ve spent the MAJORITY of this week being sick – because there’s nothing “better” about the way I’ve felt… but… it’s my blog and I’ll ramble on endlessly without logic if I wanna. It’s been rough going. Staying home with the kids when I’m not feeling well, and I’m tired, and I can’t breathe through my nose, and I’m coughing up lung fragments every two seconds, well… It’s just not easy. Staying home with two kids when I’m in perfect health isn’t easy – so factor in the previous mentioned issues, and you can see how this week has been a struggle. Fortunately, Hubby was home today to lend a hand and lighten the load. It enabled me to attend an appointment this morning KID-FREE (yahoo!), which in turn shortened the length of time I was out by about 45%, I would think. In fact, I was able to get out the door so fast this morning, I was able to make an unplanned Starbucks detour, where…

The barrista who used to make my cappuccino for me every Friday morning when I used to work outside the home (before Pumpkin was born) was there. And she remembered me. And asked, “HEY? Why don’t you ever come here anymore?!” Hubby says that is a sure sign I go to Starbucks too often.

I’m feeling a bit better today: not nearly as stuffy, not nearly as queasy. Still a bit queasy and stuffy, but, a bit better. Yesterday, I upgraded from my good-girl no salt saltines (yes, that’s what I usually buy), and bought the salty Zesta saltines. Yum. Nothing like saltines when you’ve got a tummy ache. Ooh, and I bought 7Up, also. The old standbys. Nothin’ like ’em.

Needless to say, I’ve eaten pretty much all carbs the past few days because that’s about all my poor tummy can tolerate… All that refined flour and I’m puffed up like the Good Year. But whatever. I’m sick. I can be puffy and bloated.

Had a truly genius idea to take my kids to my mom’s house to swim yesterday. Figured having my mom and her husband helping me out with the girls would give me a bit of a break. It would’ve had Pumpkin not hated the pool. Two seconds after her big toe hit the water, she was shaking her head and crying, “I all done! I all done!” The Princess is such a little fish – loves the pool, will play in it for seven hours straight if I let her. Pumpkin – not so much. I ended up sitting on the side of the pool with Pumpkin, trying to coax her to sit with me and kick her feet in the water. No really success… but the bright side is that it tuckered out the kids so much they both zonked out right at bedtime. A plus.

And finally – from the “Smells Like Hypocrisy” category: The Princess attended her first cheerleading class on Wednesday. I know, I know. I hated dance. I hated the fluff. However, I saw the flyer for cheerleading, and I was just as excited as she was. I guess this is when I ‘fess up and let you all know I was voted Most School Spirit 1994. Yes. I was a cheerleader. A rah-rah. A peppy-obnoxious spirity girl. Yes. I was. I loved it. I was good at it. And so, yes, part of me likes that The Princess wanted to try it out. We’ll see how it goes. So far, it seems harmless. I may change my mind. I find I have changed my mind on a lot of things now that I’m a mother.

Now, I’m off to ice my toe. While sitting. And doing nothing.

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Sarah is a book nerd, a music lover, an endorphin junkie, a coffee addict. Oh, and a goof ball. She writes, she tweets, and she sings off key.


  1. Hope you get to feeling better speedy quick. *gasp* I can’t even imagine a kid not enjoying a pool. I lived for pool visits in the summer when I was a kid. And I’m sorely disappointed that DH and I don’t get to go to the waterpark this year as we had hoped.

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