So sorry to have been gone so very long.
Did you miss me?
I certainly have missed all of my bloggy friends. My past week has been crazy. Insane crazy, you know. Crazy more than my normal daily insanity, crazy.
For instance, I traveled round trip for 8 hours with 3 kids in the car. If you do the math, that equates to 247 Are we there yets?, approximately 10,000 orange barrels, and 2 cranky parents. Now, normally my thanksgiving trek is around 6 hours, but backed up traffic and 17 thousand pee breaks makes for a longer journey. Note to self . . . bring ear plugs next year.
I also woke in the middle of the night to shop my first ever Black Friday! I woke at 3:30 am threw on some sweats, made myself some coffee (You didn't think that I would leave the house without coffee did you? Heaven help those other shoppers if I had!), and I was off. I was accompanied by one of my more experienced Black Friday shopping girlfriends. She was waiting on her porch at 4:45 when I arrived. She had all of the ads and circulars with notated post it notes sticking out here and there. The girl is one serious shopper. I am in awe, and naturally, I love, love, love her!
So, after getting almost all (Yes! I did say all. You are jealous, aren't you? It's OK. I'd be jealous of me too if I didn't know what was coming.) my shopping completed for Christmas. I trudged home, ate, napped and got busy with some Christmas decorations. A pleasant day all in all until the most insane thing happened.
It was bedtime, and I was trying to get Ellerie undressed and then dressed again for bed. (Never an easy feat!) I pulled Ellerie's shirt over her head, and when I did, she giggled and then she took off running. Her shirt was over her head and resting on the back of her neck, and her arms were still in their sleeves and pinned quite tightly to her sides. As she ran, she turned and looked over her shoulder, and when she did, she slipped on the area rug and fell face first. Hard! Her hands and arms were pinned by her silly shirt, and she was unable to catch herself when she went down. Immediately, she started screaming.
I knew I was in for it, because Ellerie does not scream. I have seen her fall down a flight of stairs, get up, and say, "I OK Mom!" The girl is usually indestructible, so when she was inconsolable and continued screaming, I knew she was hurt.
According to the Emergency Room docs, Ellerie probably has a broken foot or ankle. Apparently, it is pretty hard to see broken foot bones in a 2 year old's X-rays, but based on their physical exam of El, they are pretty sure that it is broken.
Her appointment with the Orthopedic Doc is tomorrow.
So, this weekend has been full of an angry, hurting two year old who can not move. Initially, I thought, "Great! This will slow her down a bit."
But really, this has slowed me down immensely.
My girl has only wanted to sit on my lap on the sofa. She is currently there as I type this post. I am feeling quite trapped by all of this. I also feel so guilty that this even happened. Mostly I feel for my baby with her little left leg casted. She is miserable, and I am too.
So there you have it. My past week's insanity.
I'll keep you posted on this week.