Today is going to be better

Yesterday was totally lame: E was on a tear and being outright defiant and even though he hasn't had them in several weeks he had two accidents (one incredibly while he was sitting on my lap on our bed). And then I broke my little toe which was the icing on the cake.

It happened in such a embarrassingly stupid way, too. I answered the front door and side of my foot was underneath the edge of the door so when I went to walk away my toe got caught and bent back. I actually heard a "crack!" At first I thought it was just the knuckle popping but a few minutes later the discoloration and swelling (and pain!) started. I called my doctor and they said there wasn't anything they could do and just to tape it to the toe next to it. So I taped it and dug out my bottle of mega-dose ibuprofen from when I had Mimi.

I know that in the grand scheme of things my problems aren't bad at all (i.e. "white people problems") but I can't help but feel a little beat all the same.

I hope things go better today.