Me? Thanks for asking.
We got our new couch, and we opted to pick it up rather than have it delivered. This seemed like a
good dumb idea because we have a pickup truck, but then the couch fell over on me on the front steps which are steel and I bruised my ankle, shin, hip and jaw – yes – the couch hit my face – and the plastic rubbed the skin off my knuckles, and I couldn’t help anymore because I had an open house reception to set up and so the couch was rescued off our front steps by M and a friend. It’s now hanging out in our living room on one end and still wrapped up. It looks like we bought a refrigerator.
We’re in the middle of this really bizzarro weather pattern. We’ve gone from bitterly coooold last week to freakishly warm. Last night I went running and it was sixty-seven degrees at six o’clock. It was awesome (except for the fact that I missed the weather memo and brought the wrong running clothes to work) and even though I was sweating up a storm by the end of it, I still had a great run. Like three miles in record time – I felt like I could have run up the side of a mountain. It felt like running in April. Maybe it was April, maybe I had just run right through February and March. There are mosquitoes flying through the open windows in our office.
I then drove my sweaty climate confused body home for dinner, and found everyone in the process of eating because M wanted to leave early for his weekly Monday night basketball session and swing by a specialty hardware store to pick up something for our bookshelves (grommets for the countertop). We said a quick hello/goodbye and he headed out the door. The girls played a bit of their new favorite game – “school” – while I took a quick shower and washed the run off. After Frances went to bed, E and I got out the Colorku and set to work on the #22 card (hard.) We worked at it for about twenty minutes and then the phone rang. It was M, and he was at the gym, about to walk in to play. He told E goodnight, and we resumed our game. Twenty minutes after that the phone rang again, and it was M. Oddly short game. He sounded weird, said he hurt his finger, thought he’d get an x-ray. I asked him if he was okay and then told him to call me when he got to the hospital, and he did. He said he’d keep me posted, but it would certainly be a late night.
It was. He broke his hand. He got x-rays, but then waited hours before he met with doctors and got plastered up. He’ll go to a hand specialist on Monday for more x-rays and they’ll decide then what to do – probably another cast, hopefully not surgery. It’s his right hand, his dominant hand, the bone in his hand below the pinkie. He said he heard a ‘pop’ and then he could feel the bone moving. And the movement made him feel like he might pass out. Later he realized that perhaps he shouldn’t have driven himself to the ER. I thought he had just jammed his pinkie, but now he’s bandaged to the elbow with his thumb and pointer finger (sort of) free. He said it’s hard to tie his shoes.
We didn’t sleep much last night – not much at all. And then the morning gods all conspired to give me a dose of my own worst school morning nightmare – forgetting a kid’s field trip – not once, but TWICE. I am not lying to you. E points out her field trip (and subsequent list of field trip related items) ten minutes before we raced out the door. I walked into F’s school and saw the car seats lined up and figured out that her art museum field trip sometime this week was really an art museum field trip today, and so I had to wrestle the car seat out of its forty-seven point harness-latch-y system and into the classroom. Since it was seventy degrees at nine o’clock I threw off my raincoat and sweated through my shirt wrestling that car seat into submission. Triumphantly removed said car seat and shut the door with a self-congratulatory umph. And then realized that my car keys were in the pocket of my discarded raincoat. On the backseat. In my locked car.
When he came in