Note To Self
When one has just told child as they are going down for a nap (rare, but it happens), that after said nap, the household will proceed to clean up the disaster area that has become one’s domicile – it would have been better to have made that decision BEFORE nap.
Because 2 seconds after the proclimation, one would step onto a tiny, pointy, hard plastic spinny toy top that was left on the floor, leap into the air in pain, and land right back on the same toy with the other foot and produce a gash the size of a nickel right through one’s heel.
And one needs to worry about such gashes, since one is diabetic, and such blasted disease causes bad circulation in the podiatrical regions, which can lead to a nasty infection.
But gang green aside: it hurts like a M-O-T-H-E-R-F-U-C-K-E-R!!!
This is my life on a daily basis in the junk-yard-that-is-our-family room. I threaten to throw it all in the garbage every single day but somehow am resigned to just doing the clean sweep every night before bedtime.
And nap? What’s that? Declan needs to give Hadley a few tips.
Hope you’re not limping around for long!
that would be “gangrene.” 🙂 Sorry, I couldn’t help it.
owwww owww owww!
Ow … OW … OWWWW!
ha ha Lissa! You caught me! I even did a web search to make sure I spelled it right, but just glanced at the results!!!
And Amber… like I said.. naps are rare… usually only on weekends when he’s worn himself out making the house a disaster area, with toys strewn everywhere. 🙂
My typical conversation with the kids:
Me: “I need your help picking up your toys.”
Kids: “I’m too tired.”
Me: “Then you need to go take a nap.”
Kids: “I don’t want to take a nap.”
Me: “Then help me pick up these toys.”
Kids: “I’m too tired to pick up toys, but I don’t want to take a nap.”
Me: “You have 10 minutes to pick up anything that you want to keep, the rest of it is going in the trash.”
Kids: “Momma, you’re mean.”
This mean momma has stepped on one too many of those damn plastic figurines. I hope your foot recovers soon.
Bummer dude! I hate said plastic things. Some days I just throw them away when no one is looking, and no one has ever asked for them back.
Jennifer, thanks! We love it too! 🙂 Did you know it’s Elvis Costello’s real name?
And Gman… guess what happened Sunday afternoon????
oh i’m so sorry…. i’m actually on my way to the basement AT THIS MOMENT with a box to threaten to give away every toy that is left on the floor…wish me luck 🙂
Did you have a camera set up in my house this morning? ‘Cause this is exactly what happened to me!
And I need to figure out how to get my two to nap at the SAME TIME.
And I have to tell you again how much I love Declan’s name!
Oh you poor little chicken! Hope you’re not in to much pain now and that if you ARE still a gimp, you post video.
Napping.. that’s exactly what Tim should be doing, but isn’t doing at the moment.
… still limping. But happy to report I am healing nicely.
The doc had told me that since my diabetes is so well controlled that I shouldn’t have too many circulation issues with my feet an I am happy to see she is right!
As a fellow diabetic… who has no more little children, but instead has pets who leave their toys all over the house (including partially chewed rawhide bones that are rather painful to step on) I can soooo relate. Glad you’re getting better!