ow!

I quit. I refuse to help get the monkey up and out of bed for school anymore. I'm tired of him being a jerkface to me until the pills kick in. I'm tired of telling him No and then having someone else come along and say Yes without explaining to me why my No was wrong. But I said all this Monday morning.

I think today kind of pushed me right over the edge so to speak. The office (this room) has a small set of steps to get to Widget's room. Four steps. On my way back from making sure he was up and hadn't just gone back to sleep after the boy woke him up (as he tends to do), I either tripped on something or just didn't realize that I missed a step and I fell down the damn stairs. I slammed into the wall (because there's ____ that much room between step one and the wall) with my right knee and for a second I was really worried I'd snapped my damn ankle. I figured once I could wiggle my toes and nothing in that area hurt more than any other spectacular fall I've ever taken that I was okay. Then I noticed my knee felt... wet. I skinned my knee in such a fun way that the giant bandaid is too small for my injuries. TOO SMALL.

I hurt.

And I still have to take a shower.

If you need me, I'll be crying like a little girl over here in the corner.

Plus side, I used to be all about the skinned knees as a kid. I started every school year off with at least one. Good, good times.