This weekend was a DOOZY.
It all started on Friday morning. As I was getting ready for work, I stood up on my tippy toes and felt a sharp pain in my calf and hear a loud pop. As I fell to the bathroom floor, the scene probably resembled that part in “A Christmas Story” when Ralphie says, “Oooohhhhh, fuuuuuuuddddggge”.
However, like Ralphie, I didn’t say fudge.
Mind you, I’m 1 week away from the Avon walk so this was very, very bad timing.
Also, Emmett has a cold. One sure fire way to sooth a sick baby is to snuggle up in bed together. This also guarantees that you will probably get sick as well.
Which brings us back to Friday morning, the same morning that I tore my calf muscle to shreds, when I woke up with a fiery sore throat.
All of this equals a weekend spent moving from the couch to the bed, drinking milkshakes (for my sore throat…not because they are delicious…), and watching the movie Cars (we’re on round #3) with a 2 year old sickie snuggled up next to me.
There are worse things in the world than lounging with my baby and drinking milkshakes, so all in all, I’m calling this weekend a success*.
*This weekend’s success is actually due to my husband, who cleaned the kitchen, the dining room, washed 5 loads of laundry, played with a crabby 2 year old while I napped and went out on several milkshake runs.