Last week was not a week I care to repeat. And the first half of this week hasn't been so great either. I started last week off like most weeks - with a run.... and then things went downhill. (I Took A Step, I Felt The Pull, And Then the Pain ). I limped around the rest of the day. Took Lil Man to pre-school on Tuesday. After pre-school we went to the Sports clinic where I was diagnosed with a Gastrocnemius Fascia Tear ( Couda, Wouda, Shouda Won't Change My Injury ). I spent the rest of the day trying to figure out how to maneuver with the boot while being outrun by Lil Man. Wednesday we had a playdate which was fun. But then Wednesday afternoon, Lil Man started running a low grade fever. And with this fever came a cough - a horrible, chest-rattling, this can't be good cough. As his cough increased so did the fever and the snot. We went through I don't know how many Boogie Wipes and tissues. (Not to mention the times that he swiped his nose on the furniture or his...
I hope through my self-reflection, readers will see themselves so that they can pause and think, smile or laugh, or try something new. This is my story...