I hope this is not a prelude to my coming week!
I got up early because I have Court toady. I got Ian and myself all ready to leave; lunches packed, bedding together (for him, not me), totally dressed... and as I walked to the laundry room to turn off the light I tripped over his toy ambulance. If it hadn't been pushed up against the wall it probably would have created less of a disaster because it has wheels and moves, but it was stationary which caused my ankle to twist and the corner of the truck to dig into that annoyingly big vein by your ankle bone. OMG, it started to swell right away and poor Ian started freaking out... He got me his "ice pig" from the freezer and we put that on there for 10 minutes, but man does it still hurt! It's turning an interesting shade of light purple and green in one spot, my ankle bone is pretty much non-existent, and it hurts all the way through my sciatic nerve.
Lovely.
More painful still is that right now I'm on the couch watching "Blue's Clues" because I can't get up to get the remote... or the rest of my coffee! Magenta and Joe might be easier to take if I had some Pralines and Cream in my system.... But hey, I can find the silver lining here: At least it isn't "Yo Gabba-Gabba"!
I called in 2 hours late to work so I can avoid walking the 8 blocks to the Courthouse which I hated to do because I'm trying to save all my time for after Bug arrives, but it can't be helped I guess. I cringe every time I move so I can't imagine walking to my office building!
Edited to add: It is now 11am and I am burned OUT! I called my mom to see if she could take Ian to school but she didn't answer so I limped my way around and got him into the car by 8am. As I'm driving to the school she calls and, during our conversation, I realize I don't have my checkbook to pay the school. I turn around and go back, borrow a check from her, then drive to the school.
When I get there I realize that I forgot Ian's karate outfit and the 'special' things for their event today. Back home I go (another 30 minutes) and stop at the store on the way to get the 'special' things they need. I get home and limp in to get the outfit, realize I forgot the "most special" thing they requested, and hit the store again. Finally I drive back to his school (30 minutes) drop everything off, turn around and drive back (30 minutes) and am now sitting here about to blow my top and rip my foot off.
In between all of this I have had the phone to my ear continuously to set up Court dates for violations, deal with clients whom appear to have lost all senses of reality, speak to VERY CRANKY providers, and have managed to miss my Court hearing.
Please, oh please, can Monday be over yet?
