I did a lot of running around over the weekend. Between the Car Incident and the Castle of Doom, there was a lot going on .

I didn't mention the night before, though. I was (again) chasing after my two-year-old son, and as we were going out the front door of Chili's, he decided to dart into the parking lot. There weren't any cars coming, but I felt the need to grab him anyway.

I slipped and fell hard. (new-ish shoes, no traction, hill, whatever) I was flat on my ass. So, I have a giant bruise on my ass. I will not be sharing that with you, but suffice to say, it's big and painful.

I woke up Monday - after Hell that was my weekend - to this bruise on my knee. NO CLUE how I got it, but it hurts.

I'm falling apart, people.



Also, this morning, my son made that ever-so-unmistakable 'face' while we were in the garage, of all places. A few hiccups then, BAM! Barf everywhere. We were covered. I had barf in my ear, down my shirt, in my hair.

Oh, to be a Mommy.