Okay, already

I  am officially at that point where I will now say, whatever I have not got done, “Oh well.”  It’s just going to have to wait.  It can happen on Saturday and no one will be the wiser for it not getting done.  It’s like when my son’s are dancing on stage.  No one in the audience really knows the choreography, so just keep dancing on !!!  Well no one really knows what I am going to cook or buy.  So I’ll just keep dancing on.  Don’t you love how I always go back to the dance.  To me that’s all life is.  It’s one big dance, and we are all dancing through life.  Oh my I think it’s time for a song…

It’s funny I should use this analogy because today as I was rushing around trying to get everything done, I smashed my little toe and I think it’s broken.  If not broken, I’m sure it’s badly bruised.  I think maybe the fact that it is the color purple might be a good indication that it’s hurt.  I mean really I can’t stand when I hurt the foot.  Usually they can’t do anything for it, so I’ll just save my money and won’t waste any of my time hanging out at the Urgent Care.  Whatever, every thing will have to wait…So I’m limping around and I don’t want to take my shoe off because I probably won’t be able to get it back on.  It feels like it’s swollen up.  Another reason I won’t go to see a doctor about it is because he’ll say in the doctor voice, “Well you better go sit down, and keep it elevated alternating cold & hot compresses.”  Yes that sounds like a very, very good plan except for the fact that it’s CHRISTMAS EVE tomorrow and nothing is wrapped or cooked and I still have shopping to do, OMG !!!!

Okay, so now it’s time to Breathe in, Breathe out.  Breathe in, Breathe out.  The husband has assured me that he will handle it all.  Do you see me smiling or hear me laughing.  Probably not, because I am just so well you know.  I mean really !!!  The day before Christmas Eve.  Oh and another funny (not) story.  So I’m sitting here smiling before the toe incident thinking about all those past Christmas’ that someone would start throwing up and then we would all have the stomach flu the day before Christmas Eve.  One year I even called from my bed, (I think I was PG with the 4th and I had the 2 kids in bed sick with me) a housecleaner and asked her what the odds were to see if I could get someone in to clean the house so it wouldn’t smell like throw up.  Well I’m sure you know how that turned out.  

Well I’m just glad it’s almost time to just enjoy the holidays with the family.  I can’t believe that I’ve been able to keep quiet about the guys present.  Man are they going to surprised.  I’ll tell you right now, it’s better than diamond earrings, that’s for sure.  I’ll be sure and share the surprise with you later !!!  For now I hope all is going well fellow blogger’s.  Happy, Happy & Merry, Merry… Hee Haw, Hats & Horns



2 Comments on “Okay, already

  1. OUCH! your post reminded me of my ankle fracture, toe surgery and little toe fracture.
    My ankle fracture was a hairline one and so the initial X-rays didn’t show it up at all. The swelling would subside and then aggravate again. Went 6 months, just thinking it to be a sprain, when a chance social encounter with a doctor got me to go in for a second opinion. you can imagine the anger i felt at my previous doctor.
    Moral of the story – please don’t ignore it. 🙂 hope it turns out to be nothing, and all you need is a good rest. Take a back seat this year. Make the men do all the work 😉
    Merry Christmas!

    • Thanks 😉 I think it will get better, but I’m going to have to wait until at least Saturday. Merry Christmas to you and Blessings for the New Year ❤

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