Shot to H . E . Double Hockey Sticks

That was my night.

I apologize for getting nowhere in Blogland.

I was excited to sit down, play with FB, look you guys up....and then "family" happened.

I went straight to the grocery store from work, did a quick $75 zoom around the store, and of course forgetting the most important item on the list (which was left at home that morning, conveniently) - Toilet paper. I get home and start up the oven since I decided at the store that cooking wasn't happening unless it was in the form of a frozen pizza. As the oven warmed, I halfway changed my clothes, played with Wee One for a minute, Hubs left the house to go to some store for a minute. I got a pizza out and ready to be put in, the oven beeped its preheated goodness, I opened the door and realized I'd left a baking stone in there so I grabbed a pot holder and pulled it out...with the left hand....and decided to switch it to the right hand so I could lay it up on right side of the stove. Yeah. My right hand didn't have a pot holder. I dropped it and cursed and kicked something, slid the pizza in, cursed at Hubs for not being there. I had to get crying Wee One's leftover spaghetti warmed up, and with burnt fingertips, that didn't feel good. But I did it, and I fed him, all before Hubs returned. Grasping a sippy cup to unscrew it and pour milk isn't easy with burnt fingertips either. But I did it.

Hubs returned but went straight to the backyard to help 11 year old with his chore, so I was left inside trying to ice my fingers and pull out a hot pizza for T.O., ice them again, look at the computer longingly but knowing I would not be getting on tonight.

T.O. had a doc appointment since he'd been complaining about his ear and I assumed he might have what Wee One did....but no. He had strep instead. EVEN BETTER. But the appointment wasn't until 8:30 (evening hours, yea for them...boo for them..all at the same time). I accidentally fell asleep feeling sorry for myself as T.O. and I watched cartoons (by this time I'd put Wee One to bed) before his appointment. Hubs found us in there and took T.O. and 11 year old to the doctor's office. I stayed asleep until they returned after 10pm. Ends up that BOTH of them had strep. Yippee! We've got amoxicillin running out our rears.

SO....short evening told long....I could not stalk any of you on FB, I didn't get to read any blogs....but I will. My fingertips are raw and we have no appointments tonight. I will, however, have to share your time with laundry and dishes. Hubs claimed he had no underwear for this morning. I handed him the least dirty pair and said I'll get to it tonight. He loves me.