So, what's going on around here.
Last week I had a pretty bad fall and banged up both knees and broke a toe. After the first day or two, they didn't bother me much unless I was trying to climb around on the floor with the baby, which is, what, half the time?
Then while we were visiting the family, the baby picked up an intestinal bug AND ran herself ragged - her leg muscles were so tired from running at the beach she could barely walk for most of the weekend, so it was back to carrying her around while she whined about how she didn't feel good.
Then I got the intestinal bug. (I am in no way annoyed with the family over this -- it had been a big concern and we went anyway, knowing the risks. It wasn't some "Oh, by the way, we're all sick" thing once we got there.) The husbeast, who is trying to lose weight for a weigh-in fitness check-in thingie, found out I had an intestinal bug and stuck his tongue in my mouth and swished it around in the hopes of catching it too.
We're a class act around here. (So far, he's showing no symptoms. Fucker.)
Once the baby started walking, she started expressing opinions on everything, like where she wanted to go and how long she wanted to stay there. (The nerve! Having an opinion! Around here! No one has opinions!) So she's been hell on wheels (okay, sandals) since last Thursday. Yesterday she threw a screaming conniption fit in the post office and I pulled a tendon in my supposedly good wrist, pulling her out and sticking her in the Jeep.
Plus I've been having migraines due to my hormone cycle and just maybe possibly because I forgot to refill my blood pressure medication and went without for a week. Or two. Or, um. Four.
Then there was a meteor strike, and the space pirates attacked, and a plague hit.
Okay, maybe not the plague. And the space pirates were pretty cute.
Anyway, it's been a shit week around here, but there's nothing insurmountable, just a bunch of crap. Literally. Thanks for the good wishes, and we're all muddling through.