Friday Aaron had to get shots for school, including a tetanus shot.
Saturday we were all playing in front yard, common area place in our apartment complex. We were all barefoot. Aaron was the lucky finder of a rusty nail. With his foot. It was like a horror movie. It was about 3/4 of an inch into his heel. And he tried to pull it out and it wouldn't budge. I started panicking, planning a trip to the ER. He tried again and it still wouldn't move. I was calling the kids to get in the car so we could go to the hospital, when Aaron took one final tug and pulled it out. *shuddering* It was awful. It was so rusty. And gross.
All we could think though was how fortunate that he had just gotten his tetanus shot the day before. Always looking for the silver lining.
Then the next day I was walking around outside. Again, barefoot. And I stepped on a bee. And it stung the bottom of my foot. I didn't really freak out too much. I mean hello - I've delivered babies au natural so I'm not going to freak out about a little bee sting. Right?? Well the pain was one thing. It was over after about 20 minutes, and I probably pouted more than necessary. But now... Now that bee sting has turned into the itchiest, itchiest itch I have ever experienced. It is literally driving me crazy.
There was a third thing... and I can't remember what it was now. That's probably good. Either it wasn't that big of a deal, or it was so terrible I blocked it from my memory.
So I guess what I've learned from these experiences is that maybe, just maybe I should start wearing one of the 20 pairs of shoes I own...