Wednesdays Stink

I had trouble sleeping last night. Both kids were in bed late and they both tried to get up at an unreasonable hour. When laying in bed a little longer was thwarted by my tiny bladder the dark clouds really rolled in. I got from the bed to the chair, but Mike had dropped his pants in a wad directly behind my tire. It was like those wedges of wood they put in front of airplane tires, I wasn't going anywhere.

It took considerable begging on my part to get Riley to move the jeans. Normally she thinks putting clothes in the hamper is fun, but today she brought them into the bathroom and dropped them directly behind the door! So, I got to the bathroom and couldn't get the door opened wide enough to get in. I was in tears and bursting by the time I "helped" her (I can't bend or lift) move the pants.

After I had relieved myself I went to the kitchen to get Riley something. I have no words for the state of my kitchen at this point. (Shudder) I discovered when I opened the fridge I'd forgotten to put out the veggie tray for Isaac's party. Annoying. Then I had a to pull out a few empty packages from the fridge to get to anything, more annoying. Then I lost my balance standing on one foot to get something. Most annoying, but no injury.

Then I scratched my foot on the chair getting on to the couch. Come on! At which point my mom called and offered to bring us to her house. I was relieved, but I wanted to double check what time my physical therapist was coming. I reached farther than I should have for the phone and when I tried to sit my weight went on to my bad foot. I was terrified. After that I managed to pull it together and dress Riley except for shoes. When my mom got here we searched high and low for my shoes and NEVER found them.

Losing things makes me nuts. I wore them Saturday. They have to be here somewhere. I had vigorous therapy today and I'm beat. I would have just gone to sleep afterward, but Mike's work is crazy today. So I stayed awake and kept Riley out of his hair. We started hand print turkeys. I'm dying.

Tomorrow is The Great American Teach In so Mike will be at Isaac's school all day. It would be a great chance to rest if I could find someone to watch Riley. My poor mom's been here every day for a week and I want to give her a break, but there aren't a lot of folks available during the day. I'm still working on it.

Silver lining: my kitchen's getting cleaned tomorrow. Woo-hoo.