No, that isn't an analogy or some deep thought or how I'm keeping my hands out of the fridge. I'll get to the fingers but first the weekend. It was good. Ate out more than we should've and not great choices but it's alright. Saturday, we took the girls to the park and then they played outside a bit at home. We walked around Sam's Club and Target. Sunday, Maddie had a birthday party to go to and since my hubby is awesome sauce, he took her so I wouldn't have to try to make nice with other parents so I took Lori for a little Mommy/Lori time. We did the pottery painting thing which she loved and then hit up the bookstore, another favorite of hers and then McD's for playtime. She got her own strawberry milkshake and I'm proud to say I only had 2 sips of it and only indulged in some sweet tea as opposed to dessert. Then we went to Trader Joe's for apples and bananas and it was just after that, while getting into the car that it happened...I crushed my fingers in the sliding door of my van.
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| Is it weird that the first thing I did when I got home was take a pic for my blog? |
It hurt like a mother. Fairly certain I broke at least one finger (the pointer) but the pinky isn't lookin or feelin all that great either. So this is me today...
*ETA* Makes typing tough...seriously. So I'm reading your blogs but if I don't comment or the comment is super short with typos, you know why. This short little post has taken me almost 30 minutes to get out.
For Ronnie - I did get 30 minutes of exercise over the weekend...it just wasn't organized and not all at once...in fact, got more than 30 if you add it up... Took a long walk with the girls and my mom on Friday, walked around the park and Sam's and Target on Saturday and cleaned my house Sunday.
In light of my ridiculous injury, Monday DEMotivation: