I’m just going to be honest and let y’all know that I suffered a laundry injury today.
As in, on my way downstairs to switch loads from the washer to the dryer, I somehow miscalculated the steps. That’s actually a fancy way of saying, “I thought I was already on the floor, when I had one more step to go, but who could see with the giant basket of dirty clothes that I was carrying in front of me?”
I don’t know whether or not I can file for workman’s comp or not, but my ankle feels like someone has drilled a hole into the side of it and taken all the good stuff out.
(Not that an ankle is actually full of good stuff, because IT’S JUST AN ANKLE. Ankles are boring, and so are the majority of my sentences.)
I think I’m going to have to spend the next three weeks or so, sitting on the sofa with my leg propped up, watching back episodes of Downton Abbey, and ringing a little handheld bell, so that Hubs knows when it’s time to make me a fresh chai tea.
And I’m also going to have to hire a temp to do my laundry.
In other news, I feel like it’s officially spring in Small Town, because OH, GLORIOUS WEATHER, but then one of my friends informed me today that it’s supposed to snow again this weekend. I don’t know if my soul can take the snow one more time. The older I get, the less I can see and the less I appreciate a good spring snowstorm, after experiencing a day of sixty-five degrees.
But… with the onset of spring comes spring soccer, and the boy and his buddy Enzo are in the thick of it.
Of course, Thing 2 WISHES that HE could be in the thick of it, too, because he cannot for the life of him understand why he wasn’t allowed to buy new soccer cleats himself or why he remains in his carseat when we drop the boy off at practices.
AND! At the game this evening, we saw a little boy of about three or four years of age who was wearing a harness… that was attached to a leash… which his mama was holding onto. Oh, people. There was a day in time when I would have judged that woman and said, “Seriously?” But now, I wanted to hug her and whisper, “I know what it’s like to have a firecracker on the sidelines during a game.” And then I wanted to form a club with her and order T-shirts for ourselves, while Hubs discreetly asked her WHERE she had purchased such a thing, because we may be in the market for one, too.
I seem to remember something about throwing rocks and living in glass houses, and I think I’m renting an upstairs room in the glass palace right now, because LAND SAKES! Have y’all ever seen the passion which Thing 2 brings to the sidelines of a soccer game?! He is going to be ON. THAT. FIELD., or he’s going to die trying.
Y’all have a fantastic weekend.