Well, yesterday was an interested day. You guys know that I always mention that I am bad in the kitchen. I will say that I have gotten so much better. I’m pretty much the Queen of the Sunday Food Prep and I’ve been branching out with new plan approved recipes, but I’m just not naturally a very “domestic” kind of girl/woman/whatever I am…I burn myself, I cut myself, I suck at following recipes…that kind of thing.
Yesterday started off as a normal day, Miles left at 4am to catch a flight to LA for work, I got in my early morning workout before the girls woke up and everyone was watching a show in the living room (well, Tess was not as much watching a show and more taking all the ornaments off the Christmas tree). I was doing my normal make breakfast, pack lunch, get everyone dressed and ready, unload the dishwasher, feed everyone, etc in lightning speed. When Miles is not there and I’m doing it all alone, it’s almost like I’m in a race with myself. Seriously, I can do this shit so fast it’s insane. I wish there was some kind of competition I could enter. So anyway, halfway through the lunch making process I was clearly going too fast, and I sliced my finger with a giant bread knife. Let me just say something, I AM TOUGH AS NAILS. I have been through so much…so many surgeries, two pregnancies (one of which I barely made it through), etc. Moms can handle anything, right? Well, I couldn’t handle this. I was alone at home with my three kids and it was about time to walk out the door for preschool and I literally almost chopped my entire finger off. My first reaction was to look on the floor for the top of my finger and I even considered the fact that if I found it I would need to put it on ice. I went into the fetal position. Not the “I’m a mom, I can survive anything” mode. I literally just fell apart and I thought I was going to pass out. We don’t have family in town and Miles was on an airplane somewhere, and I literally didn’t know how to navigate this situation.
I picked up the phone and made a few quick hysterically crying phone calls and literally within 6 minutes, one of my best friends was at my house (no idea how she possible got to my house this fast) finishing the lunches, putting clothes and shoes on my kids, moving car seats from car to car, etc. She also happens to be a Nurse Practitioner, so she was able to look at my finger and tell me that I was not going to lose my finger after all. Then she was coordinating with another one of our best friends how to drop the big girls off at school and transfer the baby from car to car and have her go nap at the other’s house. Did I mention that they each have two toddlers of their own? I was able to just fall apart, and I had this amazing group of people that were going to make everything okay for me. I’m crying right now just typing this because I am just SO GRATEFUL.
I went straight to the ER where the doctor also confirmed that I was not going to lose my finger and gave me 3 stitches.
I’m good as new! Looking back, it was all pretty dramatic. Maybe it was a culmination of a lot of things I’ve been going through lately, and I finally reached the tipping point on things I can/can’t handle, and this was my time to breakdown.
Having small kids is hard. And it’s been interesting (and really hard) to accept what has happened to some friendships as I’ve entered a completely new stage of my life. But what I do know is that I love my people. They are my family, and when shit goes down, it’s pretty incredible to see what my amazing mommy tribe can do for each other.