I think that would be what this is called. Let me explain...
Because THIS happened about 30 minutes after I snapped the AFTER shot of my Trash to Treasure project.
Yeah. I'm thinkin' I should have that verse tattooed on my forearm, y'all. This is my sweet, sweet 7 year old son's right leg, complete with a fractured tibia from that &#*(&@^ trampoline.
He is the bravest child EVER. School starts in SIX days. I was already dreaming of my "KID FREE" hours. Oh my. For a minute there, I thought I was in charge of my life. I thought that MY plan would be reality. Do you remember that moment in the movie "Evan Almighty" where Steve Carell says "this was not part of my plans?" And Morgan Freeman, who plays God laughs?
That's me, right there. Maybe He knew that a wooden plaque on the window sill wouldn't be enough to get it through my thick skull.
Some of us need hit over the head with a baseball bat.
Care for some lemonade?
Okay everybody, I sincerely hope that your projects this week don't come with injuries and "aha" moments. Link up, I need a distraction!