Grab your beverages, caffeinated or not, coffeenated or not, and gather ’round. My husband has made some peanut butter chocolate fudge, which you are welcome to have. I won’t be partaking, as I don’t really like peanut butter in my food, mostly just on sandwiches. He pretended not to know, but I think he did this on purpose and is feigning ignorance. More for him. That just means I’ll have to bake a coconut cake or pie, maybe both, for myself. He doesn’t like coconut, so more for me. Ha.
While you’re enjoying your beverage and fudge, you’ll notice that I’m enjoying my beverage and ibuprofen. In case you weren’t already aware, I’m a bit of a walking disaster. I’m clumsy as hell. And thanks to weekend’s activities, I’m rather sore today.
We have a swimming pool and went for a swim yesterday. Fun times. Until I happened.
The first thing that happened is my shoulder dislocated for a moment. This happens once in a while–I used to be able to dislocate them both as a kid and would freak people out. With no pain. That hasn’t been the case for the past decade. Now they tend to slip out when I’m doing something like reaching for something on a shelf or reaching out to grab something or just in my sleep. And it hurts.
Yesterday I reached out to grab a towel from the hubby and slippage happened. Ouch. Today, it’s oh hell, I need meds! since I’m a whiny baby.
But, like one of those cheesy game show hosts would say, that’s not all! When I went to take Baby Girl in to dry her off, as she had enough of the pool, I fell down hard while carrying her. I walked into our bathroom, which has those godawful stone tiles that everyone else seems to like. We were dripping, as we beelined in there to remove our bathing suits, and I slipped.
If you’ve ever fallen while holding a baby, you know how horrifying that is. It’s fucking awful. I fell forward but was able to twist around so that only my knee and shoulder (yep, that shoulder) hit, protecting BG. She cried for a few seconds, likely because I yelled, but she was perfectly fine thankfully.
I hurt my knee (which is fine today, just bruised and tender) and I imagine that fall is contributing somewhat to my shoulder hurting like a little bitch today. Hooray for ibuprofen, the medicinal nectar of the gods.
I let Sam know that we are getting rid of the stone tile. When you get a little water on it, it becomes slippery as hell, not something you want in a bathroom, and falling on it is rougher than falling on regular old linoleum floor. Trust me, I’ve got loads of experience there. I don’t care if it’s a home upgrade, I hate that shit, and I certainly don’t need anything making me more of a fall hazard.
Now, on to less painful and scary parts of our weekend, Little Man lost a tooth yesterday. Which I lost. Shame on me–he wrapped it up in a napkin and I wasn’t thinking and threw it away. This is the second time this has happened, so I’m thinking maybe we go with a plastic baggie next time.
He got a few bucks off the Tooth Fairy last night and combined it with his other savings and we went out to wonderful old Wal-Mart to spend the money today. He had saved for long enough, according to him. LM didn’t find any cool toys for $12 or less, but he wandered over to the aquarium section and asked about getting a snail and a fish.
“Could you help me out with the tax if I don’t have enough?” he asked sweetly, which made a couple of women standing next to us melt.
I did the math, and the price of a small tank, snail, fish, gravel, food, and one decorative item was $14, not counting taxes, so we let him get it. Now to come up with a list of chores so he can work off the balance. 😉
LM was so happy about getting two new pets. “Do you think Bilbo (his dog) will get upset that I have two new pets? He might think I don’t want him anymore,” he asked me.
“Were you upset when we got your sister?”
“No,” LM answered.
“He’ll understand…there’s nothing wrong with expanding your family.”
He has named the fish Bob and the snail Qui. (Qui is for “quiet” since he says snails are quiet. Yay us, no midnight parties in the aquarium.)
So, how was your weekend? Hopefully there was no falling down involved!