When it rains, it pours....

Okay, you know how when one thing happens and then it goes down hill from there? Well, it has happened to me again. It's actually kind of funny now. It all started yesterday afternoon when I told Garrett to put some new bubble bath up in his bathroom that I had bought. Well, instead I found 1/4 bottle of it in on our wood hallway smeared by two little boys. So, I put the boys in the bathtub so that I could clean up the floor and then Graham threw up in the bathtub - chicken nuggets and carrots!! Garrett said, "Ooh, Mommy, what is dat??" I said, "Throw up-now get out!" Luckily, I had just finished cleaning the floor. Over the next 4 hours Graham threw up about 7 times. Apparently, he has a stomach virus. He went to bed at 7:00pm and then my dad got here with my niece and nephew at about 8:30 to spend-the-night. Of course, Jeremy was on-call and not home last night. Then at about 5:30 this morning I jumped out of bed (I was sleeping in Garrett's bed so that my dad could have mine) when I heard Graham crying and my foot had gone to sleep. I somehow stepped on it wrong, heard it pop, and either tore a ligament or sprained my ankle. I know, I feel like a retard!!! So this afternoon we headed off to UMC again, for x-rays. So far, we've been there in July, August, and October. I guess next it is Jeremy's turn. Anyway, I now have a boot and crutches. It feels a whole lot better tonight. It really is funny. However, the neat thing is that for the second time I needed someone it has been my dad (along with other people) instead of my mom who has been here in my time of need and desperation for help. It has been so cool to see my dad step in when my mom would have been the one here helping. I don't know what I would have done without him today. I also have wonderful friends and in-laws who have stepped in to help. Thanks to all of you!