Oh my big (right) toe, captain of the toes… why? After recovering fully from an ingrown nail that took forever I was starting to feel comfortable with you again. Then, as I was thinking about how you are all better now I ran you into a chair leg. Breaking your nail half off. Poor toe, why are you cursed? Why is it that I am always injuring you and your nail? in Elizabeth’s terms “oh mommy! You need to be more careful for your toe. Daddy is gonna be mad that you made your toe bloody! You need to keep your toe safe”
I don’t know, but it’s been THAT kind of day. The kind of day where a fish is sick, I missed a meeting with the boss that I didn’t realize was going to happen, I still have no stove, I have to explain plumbing charges to Mr. Right, I can’t find the dish soap (removed from kitchen due to lack of sink), the girls are not getting along well, and nothing got done and I can’t explain what I did today. I was busy… but what did I DO???
it’s a good thing there are only 2 hours left until tomorrow, and a new day can begin… I’m all about starting over fresh and I can’t wait to wake up tomorrow and try again. Off to bed so I can wake up with a smile…
