Mission Accomplished--In the last month we've emptied our home for a new family, and FINALLY gotten slightly settled in my parents in-law suite. Late Friday, I was finally feeling like we were ready for daddy to come home.
As a mom who's never broken a bone or needed stitches I always wondered how you knew when a cut was bad enough for an ER trip. Instantly, after trying to close a pocket knife I looked at my thumb and thought 'I don't think you're supposed to see your muscles? I think I need stitches.' Of course I'm sitting in my sweats, tired, dirty from cleaning and nobodies home except Sophia.
Thankfully, I sliced up the inside of my thumb right where it bends--there are very few nerve endings there--except in the muscle that I cut into (that hurt came later.) My grandparents moved to town last year and were more than willing to take Sophia while I went to the local Urgent Care. They must have been running a special on sutures that b/c I was number six to walk-in that afternoon.
Alls well that ends well. Friday night Daddy stepped off the plane and told us he'd be home for the week. Plus we have a lovely little home to rest in and spend some much needed time together. We've accomplished the move and although Daddy isn't necessarily home to stay. At least for today he's home.