I Have (Another) Concussion!

I have two kinds of luck:  None or dreadful. 

You know those over the toilet bathroom organizer things?  Like this:

 Heavier than it looks!

Yeah, last night while bathing Pie, mine broke free and fell.  On my head.  It was put together correctly, anchored to the wall, and all the screws were tight, so I'm not really sure what happened.  One minute, I was sitting there, splashing water at the child, and the next she was in hysterics and all I knew was that my head hurt like, well, like a cabinet had fallen on it.  I was a little dizzy, but tried to shake it off.  At some point, after throwing up, I was a little concerned for Pie's safety and called George to come home.  He insisted on taking me to the ER.  I hope they can tell the difference between domestic violence and random or clumsiness induced household injuries, because this isn't the first time I've had a concussion and I'm worried that George might be starting to look like a bad guy.  Holy hell, my head still hurts.

On the way home, we noticed the car was running rough.  A lot rough.  This morning, after George gave me the approval to drive, I took it to the mechanic's.  No, that's not true, I had to stop to clean it first, so I wouldn't be embarrassed to take it to the mechanic's.  The car has somehow warped into a third room for Pie and all of her shit.  That was actually good, though, as I was able to drop most of it off at Goodwill without her even noticing since it was already in the car.  (And no, I didn't get weepy over it.)

Anyway, it's the wheel bearings.  That would suck all on it's own, but it's worse because they just went bad last year.  We're eleven days past warranty on the parts.  Fuck.  That.  The good news is that wheel bearings are reasonably affordable and the better news is that our mechanic is awesome and said he'd cut us a little break on the labor.  He couldn't get over how calm I was about it.  I don't know if I was actually calm, or it was just the concussion, but I just kept that to myself.  This stuff happens to us all of the time, and there's really no sense in getting worked up over it.

The bad news--and this is really bad--is that George has two back to back long days and he's going to need to sleep in the morning.  This means I can't leave Pie at home, and that means I have the responsibility of keeping her occupied at the garage for the better part of the day tomorrow.  There isn't really anything within walking distance, so that sucks.  I'm hoping my dad will come and get us, but I know he won't be up at 8, when I get there.  My family isn't exactly made up of morning people.  And just to kick me while I'm already down, my computer is scheduled for delivery tomorrow and I won't be there to tear open the box the minute it gets there.  Boo.

In the midst of all of this, my mom volunteered me (without asking) to bake her boss's birthday cake.  I really don't want to, but it's my mom, so I guess I'd better get to it.  Oh, and with the concussion and all, I just didn't feel up to posting yesterday, but the big news was that we got Pie her first bike!  Very exciting!  I wanted to post a picture of her on it, but George is hesitant about me using real pictures.  This is the bike she chose:

I bet no one saw that coming!