It started out okay.

Oy.

What a week. Well, not even a whole week, since it was only a 4 day week.

It started out with John complaining about his big left toe hurting him.

I ignored him.

He complained again the next day.

Ignore again.

He complained again on Wednesday and begged me to look at it. Hmmmmm. Perhaps he really means it?

My IPhone does not take very good photos. This toe is double the size of his other one.

And stinky.

Eeeew.

Off to the E.R. where things started well. We were immediately attended to and placed in a room. Nurse came in right away. Doctor followed after in a timely fashion. Toe cleaned and needles with Lidocane (sp?) inserted into my baby boy's big toe. Victoria doing homework. And then?

WE WAIT.

A REALLY LONG TIME.

SO LONG, THAT HE REGAINS FEELING IN HIS TOE.

Doctor comes back in. Has to put more shots in his big toe.

Small and painful procedure causing me to feel sick is performed.

Okay! All done. The nurse will be in here to bandage you right up.

MY ASS.

30 minutes later with all of us starving and the dogs having been in the house for 8 hours, I grab a sterile gauze out of a drawer and bandage his toe myself and we get the hell out of there. Nurses unhappy. Kids incredulous that I had the balls to walk out. Mom 1; E.R. 0.

Get home to open the door and are greeted by a giant pile of dog shit that is smeared into the rug as I open the door. Mom 1; E.R. 1. We are tied.

Still here? Okay.

Thursday. I make a fantastic spaghetti sauce with organic, grain fed beef, organic spinach hidden in the sauce, fresh bay leaves, organic fire roasted tomatoes and plan on cooking it for a couple of hours and serving it with whole wheat organic spaghetti noodles. Take kids to our club for their tennis lesson. Come out to the parking lot and my car has been broken into. Smashed my passenger side window to steal my tennis racquet and tennis bag. All of which will yield them lots of hair bands, some old balls (there is a joke there somewhere), notebooks with old scores and my tennis elbow band. That is some serious hard-up thieving.

The beauty of this window-smashing incident is that we had to drive back on the highway in 25 degree weather, going 75 miles per hour, freezing our collective asses off. Only to return to this.

My poor spaghetti sauce.

We ate eggs and toast.