I missed my deadline yesterday to clean out the Toy Room due to Daelyn's little accident. The hour that I had set aside to make a dent in it got gobbled up with an emergency trip to the doctor's office. Turns out, though his cut was very deep, the doctor thought it would heal without stitches, provided I can keep Daelyn from using the finger, so the wound won't get broken open again. He wrapped Dae-Dae's tiny finger tightly with a large bandaid. It served as a sort of splint. It was large enough and tight enough that Daelyn can't bend his finger. Just the same, yesterday afternoon, while making a quick trip to the Grocery, it began bleeding profusely again - soaking through the bandaid and getting on everything.
It's amazing how this little incident drained me of all energy. I'd forgotten that one rush of adrenalin is paid for the remainder of the day. By the time we got home from the doctor's and had lunch, I laid down with the baby for a nap. Then it was into the pick-up-the-kids and after-school rush.
So, today, I'm taking a stab at the Toy Room. I figure that if I can fill one box full of stuff to get rid of and make a path through the doorway and into the room, I'll be in good shape. After spending 20 minutes in there, I can tell there's more work than can be accomplished in one day, let alone one morning. But a start is better than never doing anything.
I'm heading back into the Toy Room. If you don't hear from me for two days, send out the Navy SEALS.
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