I have a very dramatic bruise on the arch of my foot because yesterday as I stepped over the gate in the doorway out of the living room, I stepped right on one of Liam's stacking cups. 50% of my weight went down my leg and into my foot and smooshed with my toes into the bowl of an itty-bitty plastic cup. My arch was lucky to catch the other 50% on the edge of the cup.
I was holding Liam and he was sleeping when this happened. I did a really good job of not screaming in pain or spitting the not-so-nice "MOTHERF****R!" or dropping him. I did knock down the gate though.
I know, I am full of piss and vinegar lately. I do like the rain, really. I love it- but I feel like a raincloud nowadays, and not in a good way.