So I take Friday off and spend the last three days working in the yard. Weeding. Digging. Moving wire plant baskets. Carrying bucket after bucket of river rock and sand. Laying dozens of feet of bed edging. And of course it’s not until I’m all done and Leah asks for a breast pad do I manage to gouge my finger almost down to the bone on a little piece of metal up inside our recessed cabinet in the hallway. I mean this puppy was deep. Just a *bit* more pressure when I was going for the pad would’ve sent that little blade right through to my bone.
For a breast pad.
My first Ava-related injury! And on her 7-month birthday, too. How fitting.