I'm such a heel....

Since Diana asked, the heel is still looking vile, but I'm stupid enough that I was going to attempt to run anyway today. (It's the endorphins from running. I always turn into an addict. I've heard you can also get them from sex, and I'm sure the husband would like to test that theory, but thus far, I've gone with running.) Luckily, T has ruined that plan. (The running plan... I mean. Both kids have mostly ruined the sex plan, but that's to be expected for the most part.)

I've basically ripped the top layer of skin off a nickel-sized portion of my heel, so I have no idea how to get it to heal well and fast. It's bright red and just so ugly. If I saw this on my child, I'd freak out. (For those that are unaware, I'm possibly the worst person to have around in an emergency.) So, thus far, I've tried NuSkin... which may have helped, but I think the wound has chucked it. I've tried bandaging it, but that is managing to make it look spankin' new each time I remove the bandages. I've tried leaving it unbandaged, and that was so freaking painful and might make small children run in terror. So, last night, I coated it in first aid ointment and covered it with bandaids--that seems to be working the best. It's hard to say, though, because it just looks so nasty.

I have no idea what to do. Anyone have any magical ideas? or non-magical ideas? Basically all ideas are welcome.

I'm still tempted to post a picture, because I'm "like" that. If you ask the husband, he'll tell you that I'm constantly asking him to "smell this--it's disgusting" or "taste this--it's inedible." I like to share the freakish nature of vile things with those I care about. Still, I don't want to ruin everyone's Monday. Well, and I won't lie... this factors in, I'd have to get up and find my camera or phone.

UGH! T is chatty. He's already told me that I had enough of a break from cleaning, and I should really get to cleaning. Not vacuuming, of course, because that would be monumentally annoying to him.

WHY? WHY? WHY? Wendy tips head back to ask the heavens for patience.

T is on his third g0-gurt.

So, the nasty sore? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?

Must go find something to bang head against.

Ahh crap... who let the Monday in?

The kids... are doing poorly. They are still both home.

T started the day sobbing and screaming at me for ALWAYS waking him up when he is so tired. Then, he wouldn't let me get him out of bed. It's gone from bad to worse in regards to him. He THINKS he is staying home--thus all is right in his world. T is in for a rude awakening--and he thought he already had that. Mondays suck for T.

B is capitalizing on my rough morning and piggy-backing T's bad day. She keeps telling me how tired she is. HAH! I was up until nearly four a.m. with insomnia. She is preaching to the choir. I'd planned on breaking the rules and going back to sleep after I sent them to school.

Ugh.

Mondays.

Time to brave the tempest... wish me luck.

Ugh... Monday

I'm having a bad morning which translates into paranoia and feelings of inadequacy. (OCD can be wicked awful some days.) It's a combination of stress, lack of sleep, and just a snark fest I stumbled across this morning. I'm going to go sit in the corner and sing Kum-ba-yah for an hour or so. I usually can put on a face of false bravado and hubris, but not this morning. I might come off as fairly confident, but it's a facade that all people with OCD learn eventually. When you're monumentally different at your core, it's easiest just to fake normal. Anyway, I just have to make it through today and maybe I'll feel more like taking criticism tomorrow. I have a really broad sense of humor normally... normally. It was useful to know that I was wrong about someone, so... yeah....

I didn't sleep last night. Well, that's a lie. I think I got around two hours between snatches here and there. The husband mentioned that I could at least sleep when I got back from dropping the kids off. He said it in this disingenuous way as if he hadn't just spent the last twelve years with someone suffering from insomnia. The rules to insomnia are similar to those for gremlins.

1. Don't feed us after midnight.
2. Don't expose us to bright light... especially sunlight.
3. Don't get us wet. (Okay... so this doesn't apply, but I probably wouldn't like it if you dumped water on me.)

Oh... and for insomniacs, the most serious... the one thing you must never do... is take a nap.

Anyway, so I'm hoping to ironman it through the day. Monday is my official laundry day. (My life is so glamorous, nicht wahr?) Yes. Indeed. So, that should be fun. I also have cleaning, a report for B's former teacher to write, and I should get in a run now that I'm healthy again.

I love Mondays.

T did try to convince me this morning that by wearing jogging pants instead of the pants I'd picked out for him, he'd achieved super-human speed. This translated into him making short sprints all over the house rather than getting ready for school. I admired his enthusiasm.

In a random aside, my parents are home today after two years in France. Woo woo! One of my sisters goes in for an amniocentisis... and between her and my Sister-in-law... we may be crawling in new babies in my family this week.

... which are also sort of like gremlins.