I’m having one of those days, you know? The kind where you wish you could go to sleep, rewind and start all over.

Sunday night, reading books in Pea’s bed to the girls, I’m pretty sure that Coco broke my nose. She beaned me, square in the face, with her tiny little head. She was fine. Me? Not so much. After hearing a distinctive ‘crack,’ the blood came gushing. The geyser finally stopped, but now I’m sore and my nose is stuffed up, on the left side. Big time. My poor husband, he actually had to sleep with his headphones on – music playing – all night long, and he still didn’t get any sleep, on account of the difficult time I was having simply breathing through my I’m-pretty-sure-it’s-busted nose.

Can we say “snore?”

Yup, that says broken to me…

And then, while outside playing with Coco before her nap, I noticed two odd-looking freckles on my arm, that have never been there before. Of course, my being the hypochondriac that I am, you can pretty much figure out how this afternoon is going to go…

Don’t you ever feel like you just can’t catch a break?