So last night I was putting Jesse to bed, which usually means I have to snuggle with him for a bit and talk about his hopes and dreams and fears and robot invasions or whatever else pops into his mind. And in the middle of our talk last night, my left foot suddenly cramped and I couldn't do anything for the next 15 minutes but whimper. I kept waiting for it to go away, but it just hurt more and more until I had to call out for SkooterPie. And he and Jesse rubbed my back and my foot while I cried until it felt better enough for me to be able to walk to my bedroom. They are the two sweetest boys in the whole world. I wore better shoes today, but my left leg is very, very sore below the knee. I hate shoes.

Nothing else much going on. Work is going to suck for the next two weeks, so blogging will be light. This is not feeling like a short week at all. It's feeling like a very busy week.