Monday night, my husband was helping his brother move when a porcelain sink broke, and badly cut his leg. He ended up having to get quite a few stitches, and missing two days of work, which is virtually unheard of.
Tuesday morning, I was doing a little rearranging when I accidentally dropped a little file cabinet on my bare foot, resulting in much pain and bruising, but mercifully, no broken bones that I can discern.
Tuesday night, V wasn't feeling well, and I found myself doing that most motherly of gestures, trying to catch vomit in my hand, so it wouldn't mess up the carpet. (Failure, by the way. I had to drag out the old Bissell, and clean the carpet.)
By Wednesday, we'd clearly lost our minds, because all the idle talk lately about maybe getting a puppy ultimately resulted in this:
Today, we went as a family for yearly eye exams. We did school (in the form of a workbook,) in the waiting room.
We've done school in bits and pieces this week. We're starting a month long unit on transportation.
I'm hoping next week is slightly less eventful, and we can back to our regularly scheduled programming around here. Thanks for hanging in there. :)