Moot Thoughts & Musings

Now that my thesis is over, I'm trying to embrace this stay-at-home mom thing with some degree of professionalism. So while Ellis was avidly pouring over pictures of lions, I mapped out my week in terms of major cleaning projects and menus. I made a list and packed up to go shopping. We first had to drop Daddy off at work at Big Coffee Corporation, and I was hurrying so that he would have time to fill my travel mug before his shift started.

In my haste I somehow managed to close the sliding door of the van on my hand. I had to open the door to get my hand out. OUCH! It hurt so bad!! I cried like a baby. My fingers started swelling and going numb, and I was convinced I had broken at least one finger.

Since C had to go to his shift (and its being retail and somewhat inflexible), my MIL came to the rescue (man, it's nice having family). We dropped Ellis off at a friend's house, and she took me to the emergency room, where we sat and waited forever watching the media maul over the tragedy at Virgina Tech and feeling sad, esp since we have extended family with ties to VT (past/present students) for whom, I'm sure, the pain is acute.

Two hours and a few x-rays later, the verdict was that my fingers were bruised but not broken. They splinted my fingers for comfort and we came home. To be honest they are feeling much better now. The splints do help as they are quite tender, but I don't need pain meds or anything.

I'm very tired. My eyes continue to spaz. What does one have to do to get a day off around here?