Wednesdays.

I hate the mornings you wake up and think you're going to have a great, productive day, that everything is going to go your way, you're going to be amazingly efficient, your mood is invincible, everything is sunshine and rainbows (even though it's really a blizzard outside) and then SMACK you wreck and your hopes of a fantastic day is as mangled as the front end of your car is.

Ok, that doesn't really happen to most people. But really, what happens in my life that usually happens in other people's lives?

And then my mom texted me about my sister at the doctor's, where x-rays confirmed a sprained ankle and other tests confirmed the other foot is infected from when the glass fell off the wall and into her foot, and being the family that we are, we made our own butterfly bandage instead of bringing her to the ER. Hey, it worked for my brother's head! (I'm sure we'll be hearing about that one later...)

My reply to my mom said something to the effect of "All this is teaching me is this insane, almost sick sense of calm. " To which she said, "That's about the sum total of my life."

Sigh...