Sunday night I tripped while going up the stairs to our master-wood with carpeted treads-and carrying a wine glass. First, there was a moment of mourning for the Cabernet and the Schott wine glass that died in this incident. Second, I promptly realized that I had glass sticking out of my hand, elbow and knee and two baseball size bruises on both shins. After a good 20 minutes of glass removal by me, and clean up by S, we decided we were golden and headed off to bed. My assessed damages on Sunday were: 2 monster shin bruises, 2 puncture wounds on my right hand and a good 1/2 inch slice to my pointer finger...plus lots of little pin pricks from glass shards on my left elbow, both hands and left knee.
Welcome Monday morning...where my entire body feels like it has been beaten. I'm not sure how I did it, but every single muscle in my upper body screamed at my every move as I tried to pick up A and get dressed for work. Bonus: I also discovered glass shards in my feet, a few tiny ones in my hand and a decent size chunk in my pointer finger. Needless to say, I called in to work and planned to spend the day "quietly" at the house with A and the pups. A decided to take one of the fabled 3 hour naps he occasionally takes at daycare, so I got to try and relax with some pain meds, yeah, no such luck.
In the end, S came home at noon, I took some pain pills and we spent the afternoon watching movies with A and the pups in our bed. End result: I am covered in bandaids, my left shoulder is almost immovable and my legs are varying shades of purple. Thankfully, we get to chill in bed all day tomorrow thanks to the "snowstorm" (5 inches is not quite a storm in my opinion....) that has closed A's daycare-sans S who has to be at the office for a lovely 11 hour day tomorrow...
Overall, no matter how much everything hurt today, it's tough to be grumpy when you get to spend the day with this:
Yes, that's both dogs...not just one realllly long one
Yes, this is a rambling post, thank you pain medication and exhaustion
