05 November 2009

today as I was coming in from the garage I racked my knee so very hard on the door frame. I'm not sure what happened, but I caught the very sharpest corner right into the center of my knee cap. It felt great. Now whenever I bend or straighten or put weight on my knee, it hurts. Fun for me.

In other news, I got the coolest sheets for Finn's bed. They are covered with Dr. Seuss characters. From Yurtle the Turtle, to the Lorax, Cat in the Hat, thing 1 & thing 2, red fish blue fish, Fox in Sox, Horton, pretty much every one I know. Finn has acuired quite the collction of Dr. Seuss books and Pottery Barn Kids finally put them on sale, right as we bought him a new bed. I SO wish they made these in king size because they would SO be on my bed right now. But as it is, they will be on Finn's bed. They were a bit pricey, but I figured, he just got a new bed, he has one set of sheets and they will probably have to last him until he goes to college... so what the heck. I just love them. So I got the sheet set and the duvet cover. Such fun!


Jeff was here putting up shelves in the garage and now half of the garage is floor to ceiling shelves. Love it! Finally the garage will be organized. I did also realize something today. When I first had Finn I had such a hard time if this kind of work was going on. From the time I can remember things, right up until having kids, I was always in the ruckus doing the work too. If it meant climbing a huge tree for my dad to string Christmas lights, or getting up on the roof with my dad, uncle Lou and cousin Dom to fix the roof on my parents' house, I was always a tomboy and always liked to get my hands dirty.

Once I had a baby, I couldn't really do that anymore. I was from there on out "mom" and it was my job to watch the baby and bring refreshments. lame, I thought. It took me some time to get used to that. To sitting on the sidelines, making sure the kids didn't get in the way of the "real work" going on. Well, I do believe I have settled into the role of "mom" a whole heck of a lot in nearly 5 years. But I will tell you, I still get pangs to cimb a tree, swing a hammer, and just to get my hands dirty.

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