Tuesday

"Hi Mom, it's me. Just wanted to say if I had to title this day it would be, 'The day a child bit my boob, a gas main ruptured, and a metal pole broke my baby toe.' Call me!"

Tuesday started off with a bang. Literally. A gas main about 1/4 mile from our house ruptured, alerting every fire department on the East Coast. They shut down the road in front of our house making entry and departure rather difficult. Also, there was that threat of imminent danger due to the GAS FIRE burning mere yards away.

Got to work. My little meatball child decided to use tiny, princess child as a punching bag. I reached down to pick him up. He looked at me (a devilish gleam in his eye), pulled the front of my shirt down and proceeded to bite my boob. And leave a perfect, tiny dental impression.
You little shi*.

Later in the day the same meatball baby was exploring on the playground...taking apart the bottom of a chain link fence when suddenly my foot got in his way, and he dropped the pole on my tiny, innocent baby toe. So I limped a bit, and laughed a lot.

On the way home, I turned up the radio, let the wind whip around me, and thought about all the amazing things I have to be thankful for.

This life a'int so bad after all...