Hoping for a better day today!

Yesterday just sucked. Plain out sucked.

I started the day by oversleeping. You know how that can go, it sets up your whole day for suckage. So, due to that little problem, Glynn and I again had to drive separately to work, because he had to be in earlier than I did. So I loaded up our (gorgeous, ready-to-take-school-pictures) children and headed over to drop them off.

It was COLD yesterday morning. I got out of the car and got Maddie out first. Because it was so cold, I held her and hurried around the back of the car to the other side to go get Brady-bug.

Black ice patch behind the car. I slipped, fell to the ground with Maddie in my arms, and proceeded to rip the knee out of my jeans and skin my knee badly. I also caught myself with my wrist and jammed it pretty well. I was able to pull some Matrix-like superhero mom contortions and Maddie was not injured at all. She didn't even touch the ground. In fact, she thought Mommy was just being funny.

So I got up, limped over and got Brady out. We went inside and I checked out the injuries. Not good. My favorite jeans now had a big 'ole rip in the knee and the skin underneath it looked nasty, all packed with dirt and bloody.

So I dropped the kiddos off and went into work. When I got there, one of the oral surgeons I work with cleaned out the wound and bandaged it up. Ouch. He's a fan of peroxide and betadine. But, it's clean and there's no WAY that thing will get infected!

The rest of my morning was busy busy busy. Everyone had a toothache yesterday, it seemed. By lunchtime, I was RAVENOUS (I had forgotten to pack breakfast). So I chowed down on my salad and tuna, not thinking about anything but getting food into my belly.

About 10 minutes later, the throbbing pain started from my broken tooth (see previous post). I apparently chewed on it and irritated the hell out of it. I tried to lay down on my couch and will it to go away but it was really painful. So I asked the other oral surgeon I work with if he would just numb me up so I could get on with my day.

My mistake. I forgot about the oral surgeon-type injections. But, after the most painful dental injections I've ever had IN MY LIFE, my mouth was numb and the pain was gone. But I was scared that I had broken the tooth further and it would have to come out that day. I got really upset and emotional and cried in my office for about 20 minutes, both from pain and hormones, I suppose (it sucks to be a girl, by the way). I of course needed Glynn and couldn't get ahold of him. He was having a really busy day yesterday too. So that just made me more upset.

I know I was getting all emotional and irrational over little things but that's my right as a woman! So to make a long story even longer, we went home, had dinner, and I was able to get a little bit more sleep last night.

Today my tooth doesn't hurt (thank GOD) so I'm out of the woods with it for today. But something's gonna have to be done sooner or later, I just wanted to get the hernia surgery out of the way first.

Glynn asked me if I was falling apart on him. I think I am! I don't want him to have to trade me in for a newer model that's not broken :(

So here's hoping and praying that I can get through today without hurting myself of having an emotional breakdown.

I think I need a mental health day.