Casualties of Motherhood
Apparently carrying this darling baby for 9 months, worrying about their every breath, and completely dedicating yourself to their very being isn't enough. More of a sacrifice is needed. My sacrifice this weekend was a toe on my right foot. As I was gracefully scampering after a crying Cooper who had taken yet ANOTHER painful tumble across the floor in an attempt to climb onto Grandma & Grandpa's coffee table, I broke my second to last toe on my right foot. Over the weekend the toe was triple the normal size and a gorgeous purple & red shade. To add insult to injury, I believe my darling angel of a son has stepped on said toe about 3,000 times since I have broken it. This might be why I am NOT in a holiday mood.
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