It turns out I am so attention deprived that I allowed my husband to think I had been hit by a car so he'd worry about me and be nice to me.
What happened was: I was walking Lilli (riding her bike) to the bus stop this morning. There was something going on down one of the cross streets. There were fire trucks and flashing lights, so we were both looking at them. While we were looking down the street we were not looking at where we were going or at each other and she ran me over.
Let me guess, you're thinking "how could a 5 yr old who weighs 31 lbs on a little princess bike hurt you bad enough that you would make your husband worry like that." I will tell you. I got hurt, and I wanted to complain to someone, and he was at work, and I don't know if she hit me or I walked in front of her, but I can't let Lilli think she hurt me badly. So I call him and I say, "don't come home from work or anything, but I was hit while I walked Lilli to the bus stop." So I didn't say "run over", or "car", or ask him to rush home and baby me. I mainly wanted him to know because I thought I really had broken my hand. After a little while I moved it and decided it wasn't broken but maybe sprained or strained. Point being, I put off housework yesterday with the intention of doing it today, and now I can hardly move my left hand. (it's not as bad now anyway, but it still hurts) So I didn't want him picking on me or being disappointed that I didn't do the dishes or vacuum or whatever else I may have done today if I wasn't injured.
He was worried, you know, like asking if they stopped and if I called the police and was Sage ok. And I just couldn't say after all that, "no dear, I was just calling to bug you at work, Lilli hit me with her bike" So I let it go. And I let him work for 5 hours worried about me. Then he came home and I was about to write this blog, so I figured I'd better fess up because he can read this as well as anyone, and it's better to come clean early on. So now he's home, and not worried about me, and no one cares anymore that I skinned both hands and a knee and bent the palm of my hand backward a lot further than natural. There were no 'pops' so I am sure I am fine, but now I have to do my chores.
If I just had more friends I wouldn't feel the need to create drama. Too bad for Norm.
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Aw, I'm sorry you got run over and hurt yourself. And I'm sorry your husband worried about you because he thought you got ran over by a car rather than a bike. But I'm glad you're okay. I create my own drama sometimes too. Mine's a lot lamer though, I just freak out when the computer doesn't do what I want. Like I get really upset and I cry to Garrett, meanly, that I would like his help. I have learned helplessness. It's very stupid because it's just a computer, but I still get upset, EVERY TIME. Probably like twice a day. That's generally the extent of our arguments (because Garrett gets mad when he doesn't know how to fix my dumb problems, so then he won't talk to me.) Life is silly.
Oh and you can be friends with Garrett's sister on my blog if you want. Or with whoever else is on my blog. Blog friends are similar to real life friends because they are real people. But their blogs just aren't.
Should I send you that webcam so we can videochat?
haha..aww, sunni i'm very sorry you got hurt and almost broke your hand:( but i do have to say that is a rather funny story that you told your husband about it like that. But also,i can see myself doing something similar. Nick many times does not pay me the attention i would like him to..and we aren't even married yet.lol. so thats exciting. but i also feel i'm lacking friends haha, so i would like to be yours:) so feel free to tell me the next time you get run over by a bicylce or anything similar. i think that would be painful and not much fun, so i will gladly empathize with you:) i'm glad you're ok tho, and that the hand isn't really broken!
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