Staying busy is good. I felt the world caving in on me two days ago when I was trapped at home with my baby, who was driving me insane. We've been having a 3-year-old girl over for a couple hours every day while her mom takes a German class. I volunteered to do this because it would break the boredom around here, it would give Michael a playpal, and it would keep me on task. Having a guest every day is making me keep the house clean. It's ensuring that I get my butt out of bed every morning, take a shower, and I'm feeling good. But yesterday I was plowing toward the computer and jammed my baby toe into our elliptical machine. I howled something fierce, and the little girl stopped what she was doing and watched me in silence. Not wanting to make too much of it, and scare her (Michael is used to my ranting raves, but I will spare the guest from witnessing such a scene), I collected myself and decided not to draw any attention to myself. That was a big step for me, because I love attention. But not from a three-year-old and my baby. There's a time to act grown-up, and that was it.
We went to the park, and I was running around playing a bit too much, so I took it easy after that. Not just my toe,but my head was throbbing by the time the little girl went home. Kids. They are mixed blessings.
When John came home from work, I assigned myself to my bed to prop my feet up, read something inspiring & rejuvenating. When I was rested, I went to the ER. But they pretty much convinced me that there was a 2-3 hour wait before a doctor would see me, and suggested I come back in the wee hours, when there are never many people waiting. So to make a long story longer...
I went home, took a snooze, came out for our home teachers (they're nice & they're fun to talk to), then John & I cleaned the house, Michael ate an entire orange crayon, and I went to bed. Woke up at 4am, felt rested, went to the ER...and after an hour and a half there (I was the ONLY patient there) they told me that my toe isn't broken. Just a hematoma (fancy talk for "It's bruised"). Well it hurts like hades, but I'm glad it's not broken. I won't have to treat it as gingerly as I have been.
I'm so annoyed. I got duplicate emails that two classes I reserved, then couldn't afford to pay for...I STILL have to go to the registrar to withdraw from them...even though I haven't paid. Stupid people. I did manage to pay for one class though. Next semester I can take a bigger load, cause by then my GI Bill / College Fund will kick in, and they'll pay for it all...and then some money in my pocket. Whoopty doo.
So if I'm not blogging so often, it's because I'm starting to have a life. Sort of.
Of course I don't mean to imply that bloggers have no life. Perhaps other bloggers are better at managing their time around their super-exciting lives.
