It must be race week, because I'm full of nerves and worries about setbacks.
My latest? Well, on top of the blisters, I now have a busted-up toe. Here's how it happened:
My 4-year-old loves Thomas the Tank Engine. And he loves to read books about Thomas, especially before bed. So, last Thursday he wanted to read this one:
It's a large hardcover. Conal was fooling around on the edge of his bed, holding the book in his hand, telling me he wanted me to read it. I was sitting nicely on the seat next to his bed. My foot was planted flat on the floor.
He dropped the book. And the bottom edge landed square on the joint of my right big toe: