It started with breakfast on Friday.
I opened the cupboard door to get out the cereal bowls when Analee's hot chocolate mug fell from the top shelf. It smashed into the counter. A shard flew up. It cut my left wrist. I exclaimed, "Dangit! Dangit! Dangit!" as I pushed the gaping cut back together and asked Seth to gauze/tape it up.
I sported the gauze and tape to the FAME meeting I was in charge of, then drove to Redicare to get three stitches.
I made it a point to turn away during the shots/sewing.
The downsides? I have three stitches in my wrist. It hurt a lot. I couldn't play volleyball today.
The upsides? I get to sport some of the super cute Scrabble Band-Aids I bought the other day. (My current one says "OWIE.") It doesn't hurt nearly as much any more.
The second mishap of this two-part series happened Sunday. Seth had barely left for Island Park to spend a week hunting. The girls and I walked over to my parents' house to visit. The girls were sliding around on their hardwood floors in slippery socks (they call it "ice skating") when I heard a loud bang. I turned in alarm to see Analee holding her face and crying. She had a bloody nose. And a good chunk of her front tooth was missing.
Her big, beautiful front tooth. A permanent tooth.
See the tear running down her cheek? Poor girl.
After getting the other girls off to the school bus the next morning and dropping Winnie off with my dad, I drove Analee in to the dentist to see what we could do to fix it. They were so good to squeeze us in, and everybody was so sweet to Analee.
She's now sporting a big filling on that tooth, and you'd never know it from looking at her.
The downsides? She won't be able to bite into an apple for fear of pulling the filling off. Both her front teeth could "fail" (dentist talk for "die," I learned). She made need a root canal or two in the future.
The upsides? Even though the nerve of that tooth was exposed for a good 12 hours, she said it didn't hurt that badly. She got to keep her "space nose" from the happy gas. She got a balloon AND a prize.
The moral of the story: Keep us Grovers away from anything remotely dangerous. Like cupboards. And floors.
On second thought, roll us up in a mile of bubble wrap or give each of us a giant plastic ball to roll around in.