House of Pain

Injuries have abounded in our house over the past month. It started with a stocking holder falling on my foot as I put away Christmas decorations, leading to pain and swelling that prevented me from walking and produced fear about broken bones and wearing a boot cast.

A few weeks later, Max woke me in the middle of the night to say that "stuff is coming out of my nose". I gave him a tissue and sent him back to bed, only to discover bloodstains on his bedding the next morning. Poor little guy!

Sarah fell on the stairs and obtained her own bloody nose, as well as some bruising around her eyes, making her look like a prize fighter.

My punishment for laughing about Sarah's penchant for clumsiness was to take my own tumble down the stairs. Again. My back was bruised so badly that I had to call in Mimi to help take care of Sarah for the day.

Thank goodness for Mimi, who helps us in sickness, injury, and health.

Just another day in the House of Pain.