did i say haze?

sunday was going pretty well, gd and i did some exercises together in the morning, we did have one tantrum but otherwise the park visit was fun and mr smear LOVED exploring a real firetruck. and until he popped a wheel, the ballon motorcycle he got was AMAZING. we showered as soon as we got home, gd made a large, delicious lunch that we enjoyed, and then we took the balance bike and skateboard across the road to tool around.

the worst part of me falling off the skateboard and damaging my knee was that the skateboard was stationary at the time. the second worst part was that mr smear didn't notice, and i was terrified that in the amount of time it took me to get over the initial shock and pain and limp to where i could see him something might have happened :(

our neighbour rocked up and we hung around chatting for a while as i tried to regain some mobility, gd arrived as we started making our way back to the apartments and i left her and mr smear at home while our neighbour drove me to the hospital. it was a long few hours, i came out on crutches and with a brace, and i've been struggling to be productive since. i'm calling it a night, and holy crap it's midnight already :S

i had to apologize to another neighbour for being rude to his guests when they made a lot of noise yesterday, which wasn't easy but i eventually managed to gear down and be sincere about it, and it sucks that SxS was here and we didn't have time to meet but that's life.

gd and i are now having an amusing fight over how much snacking i do, i'm kinda insulted but kinda grateful at the same time...