"You had a bad day" (sung to the tune of that annoying Daniel Powter song)

Okay, before I get back to the list I started earlier, I have to detail for you my most recent "bad day." Now, the disclaimer is that there are kids starving in underprivileged countries, rare sicknesses ravaging nations....all that. So, my bad days can be put into perspective. But, that doesn't mean I can't complain about them. We all have rights, you know.

I've been having major allergy issues this week. Since when do I have allergies??? They started about 1 1/2 years ago and have been relentless this year. Of course, I can't have the typical sneezy, stuffy symptoms. Mine have to be weird. I get a bunch of drainage in my throat that sometimes feels like it's drowning me (don't read if this grosses you out!) and, lately, my eyes have been watering and burning so badly that people think I'm having some kind of personal problem that is making me cry all day. Uggh.

So, anyway, a couple of days ago I was burning and watering like mad, so I just decided to go home from work a little early and take it easy. I stopped at the pharmacy, stocked up on Claritin and allergy eye drops, and picked up Bailey from my mother-in-law's house. Since my in-laws only live about 2 blocks away, Bailey gets to enjoy sitting in the front passenger seat for the short distance home. When I got there, she couldn't get the door open on her own (which is typical), so I proceeded to walk around the car to open it for her. Unfortunately, I had a bunch of things in my arms at this point. When I opened the door, I realized (too late) that she was leaning into it. She toppled headfirst out of the car. I drive an SUV, so it's not like the distance from car seat to garage floor is short. I couldn't get the stuff out of my arms fast enough to catch her and she hit the floor head first....a friend at work calls this kind of accident the "bowling ball moment." That's because the sound of your child's head hitting the ground sounds like you just dropped a bowling ball. Anyway, after a whole lot of tears (hers AND mine), and checking to make sure there were no broken bones, she was just fine. But, it's moments like these when you realize how scary even small injuries can be.

Fast forward to later in the evening when I started feeling better (yay, Claritin!) and decided it was time to exercise a bit in order to pay the price for the Sonic burger I gave in to the day before....

I got on the treadmill like usual and put the tv on one of my many guilty pleasures. Our treadmill is now in the study, which I know isn't important to the story but I have to point out that this is another "new baby coming" byproduct....we used to have a room dedicated to the treadmill and weights. How convenient. Now, guess what room that is now?? You got it - the nursery. So, we had to reconfigure our study to include the treadmill as there is really no other place in the house to put it. Well, I guess that's not true - it could sit out in the middle of our living room or kitchen if we really wanted it to. I guess we could have gotten rid of it, but I feel as though that treadmill is the only thing that I can rely on to help me shed baby weight here in a few months, so it's not going anywhere. The treadmill is my friend.

But, I digress. So, back to me on the treadmill a few nights ago. I'm watching t.v.; Bailey is playing with toys on the floor beside me. The doors to the study are closed so as not to bother Jason, who is watching t.v. in the adjacent living room. Is the stage sufficiently set? Good. Well, as I was trotting along, I accidentally stepped on the side of the treadmill instead of squarely on the belt. In any non-pregnant moment, I'm sure I would have easily recovered. In fact, I know I've done this a million times before. On this particular occasion, however, the misstep caused me to lose my balance and fall. My knees and shins hit the treadmill and it started pushing me backward. Funny how I never thought twice about placing the treadmill in the corner of the room until this very moment, when the moving belt pushed me back and basically trapped me up against the wall. Do you have the visual? I was desperately trying to crawl over the belt and deposit myself onto the (non-moving) floor, all the while the treadmill keeps moving and burning the skin off my legs. I finally made it onto the (non-moving) floor and just collapsed for a good 2 minutes. All Bailey could say/do the whole time was stare at me with a panicked look on her face and say "Mommy, stop doing that!!!" Seriously, there was a toddler on the news who could only say, like, 6 words but managed to find the phone, dial 911 and communicate that her mother had fallen...which resulted in the saving of her mother's life. But, that kid can't hold a candle to you, Bailey!!!!

My legs hurt SOOOO badly. I spent the whole rest of the night walking around with my pants rolled up past my knees in order to air out my oozing wounds. Needless to say, we are now out of those big band aids as I have about 10 covering the various skinned parts of my appendages.

Oh, I forgot to mention my favorite part. After all the drama with my treadmill fall, what was Jason's comment? "Are you going to get back on and finish your workout?" And, scene.

I know I said I would get back to my list, but this post was long so I'll get back to that another day!