My injuries

Monday was rough on me. Yesterday morning, Clayton rammed his truck into my foot. It doesn't hurt all the time, but today, I couldn't wear my flip flops because the strap landed right where my owie is. In the afternoon, I had been washing the kitchen sinks and the dishes and Clayton wanted water in his cup. I said to wait. He didn't. I thought I had locked the water dispenser after getting water for Jenelle, but I hadn't. There was Clay with water coming out of the dispenser on the lid of his water. (I had also just wiped the kitchen floor). So, in trying to get over to him as fast as possible, I forgot that the under the sink cabinet door with a screw sticking out was open. As hard as humanly possible, I hit the screw with my leg. I lost a little skin and have a nice bruise that hasn't stopped growing yet.:) That one hurts as I walk--not a lot, but it is sensitive. That was enough for me...I though. But no, last night, when putting Jenelle to bed, I was turning back her covers and said, "Hurry and get in so I can sing you your songs." I didn't SAY, wait until my head is out of the way, but I'm sure I meant it. Anyway, with my glasses on, her forehead hit my ear. I don't know why it hurt so much, but Mike didn't know what to do with Jenelle and me crying. Ouchie wa wa! Man. I am feeling old. I am recovering today, but still thankful for the children God has given me. Things could be worse--no broken or sprained bones and no permanent damage.:)