Last week REALLY just sucked. Top to bottom, it was not a great week on record in HDW World. Have you ever had one of those weeks? You know, the kind where every time you turn around something else is going wrong? My grandma says of those weeks, "Well, it's either the hogs or the windmill". So true, so very true.

Without divulging all of the wrecks that made my week, I will say that I managed to try and kill myself about every ten minutes, though. Unvoluntarily, too, I might add.

For example, I was sitting at the computer Tuesday morning, having my wonderful coffee, and took a giant breath. And while doing so, something went haywire in my shoulder and upper back. I can't really pinpoint where or what it was, but it shot pain through my shoulder, my head and my LEFT EAR. What the hell? So, for almost four days, I spent every two minutes wincing, as the pain shot through. A pinched nerve? But from BREATHING? That'll learn me to breathe.

Saturday night, I was giving my three-year-old son a bath. I stepped out to get a towel, and I heard him dumping water out of the tub. I went back into the bathroom, scolding him, and slipped on the water, feet went out from under me and down I came. I landed on my right side, right on the end of my elbow - HARD.

While laying on the floor trying to figure out if I had broken myself in half or not, The Bug was shaking, crying, scared. And rightfully so. He just saw his mommy do the whole banana slip routine. I stayed down, and proved my point. And by 'staying down', I mean, "I couldn't have gotten up if I'd tried".

Later on, I got to thinking about a song by India.Arie that I love. The lyrics say something like, "slow down baby you're going too fast you got your head in the clouds and your feet on the gas" ... and that is just what has been happening to me this past week.

And for the first time ever in my entire life, I'm happy that today is Monday. A brand new start to a new week. I'm hoping I'll avoid spilled water, and not necessarily breathing, but at least avoiding the injuries that come with doing so.

Labels: bad week, lyrics, ouch, the bug