I really wanted to go out to eat tonight.
I'd left some of the dishes and pans from last night
(I know - always leave the sink shiny...)
add in all the dishes and pans of today
and I was still cleaning the kitchen at 6:30 tonight.
I really didn't want to go messing up the kitchen again.
we'd already blown
our eating-out budget (and then some) Saturday.
The envelope was beyond empty.
Grocery money's been going fast,
I didn't figure I could squeeze out an extra $30.
Gas - how could I finagle this as a 'gas' purchase?
(I was pining for Mexican...)
I almost talked myself into using some of the 'blessing money'
but blessing myself just seemed a bit wrong.
I dutifully put away the dishes I'd just washed
so I could get to the mill & mixer
and set about making dinner -
meximelts on homemade tortillas
with rice and Nate's fabulous green salsa.
Somewhere in the making of dinner
Brandon stepped on a fork
in just the right(?) way
that it punctured his toe.
To make matters worse,
some of the skin was pushed up into the wound.
I called my momma.
He soaked his foot all through dinner.
We both quit crying.
Mom said we probably needed to take him to the ER
We've been to the ER
once already this past month.
It wasn't a pleasant experience.
We haven't even paid for that visit yet.
I knew it would hurt like the dickens to get that skin out, though.
I was going to try numbing it with clove oil.
Tyler said I may have to cut the skin
then pull the piece out.
Do you people think I am made of steel?
(Lana thought I might do an at-home circumcision for Aiden;
no worries - she had a book I could use detailing the procedure)
We sterilized the needle and tweezers
and placed the clove oil soaked cotton ball on his foot.
And then we got him ready to go to the hospital;
there was no way
either Tyler or I would be able to inflict the pain
pulling that piece of skin out would cause.
Clove oil is good, but I don't know that it's that good.
we're going to La Fiesta;
it'd a been a whole lot cheaper
and a bunch more fun
than a trip to the ER