Dog days.

It all started a couple weeks ago, with our flight home from New Mexico. What should have been a four hour trip- TOTAL, turned into fourteen. We got home at midnight, when we should have been home that afternoon. But we were over it and back to normal within a couple days.

But I bought a new pair of running shoes. I, by policy, always buy the same brand of running shoe. I despise really having to break in a new shoe. But this one was slightly different, so I broke my rule-It was top of the line quality, at a screaming deal, and I loved them right away. Looking back, this must have been IT- as in the withdrawal that bounced my luck account.

Without a second thought I put 45 miles on the shoes. Not even so much as a sore spot. But day six began on Friday. I started my run, and the shoe started to rub the top of my foot. It was so noticeable I had to stop three times in the first mile. Which of course made Erikboy antsy. He started to cry a little. His cries made Robs antsy so she started to poke him. And prod. And take away his toys. Which made me more antsy. We got to the park, exactly one mile from our house, and I had to stop a fourth time. (Cue the crying children.) Is this really worth it? I pulled the shoe off to expose the beginnings of a blister. "You're kidding me" I say to myself. Of course my distress briefly distracts Robs. She paused her torture to echoe me, right down to the tone.

I sat down on the bench to further examine my wound. But there wasn't really much I could do. I put my shoe back, and a splinter lodged itself in my backside.

Fast forward a couple hours. I have a couple different bandaids in several different places on both of my feet and we're getting ready to eat at a friend's house. It's awkward, but fun... we leave with both children past their bedtime and sleepy eyed.

Fast foward to Saturday morning. Apparently there was a significant amount of red wine vinegar used in the meal. Apparently I have a food allergy to red wine vinegar. My eye is halfway swollen shut. So I go for a run. Nothing changes. My eye is still very swollen, and my second toenail on my left foot hurts so bad. I take off my shoe, and the toenail falls off.

Fast forward to Sunday. Also known as Daylight Savings. Steve and I make up speaker one and speaker two in a two speaker meeting. Church is an hour earlier than usual, and my eye- although slightly better- is still puffier than usual. But all goes well. It's a sunny spot in several weeks of clouds.

Fast forward through another two weeks.

Lots of blisters. Lots of ant invasions throughout our house. Teething baby is working on tooth five and tooth six.

Arrive at yesterday. It's beautiful. We go to the park to throw a football.  Robs and Erikboy hit the swings. I look over at my beloved BOB stroller and there's a squirrel hanging from the back pocket. What? Apparently squirrels love Hershey's kisses. And apparently there is one in the stroller. Squirrels chew holes very quickly. I now have an "in" and an "out" in one of the back pockets. I've been pushing snack laden strollers and stopping at parks for almost three years now, and this has never happened.

So I do what any normal individual does at this point. ...I contemplate all the little things that don't normally happen, and yet have happened in the past few weeks.

After I'm done, I go long so Steve can throw me the football. I carefully avoid the curb, and maneuver the bumps in the grass. In my head I'm crossing off all the injuries I could get, but won't because I'm paying attention. "Bah" to luck accounts, and "Bah" to overdrawing them. I'm changing my luck.

Steve throws the ball. I catch it with one finger.

And currently that one little finger is black, blue and almost double the normal size. I had no overdraft protection on that luck account.

Disclaimer:

My luck might be changing. For example: I had to go to the store to buy a finger splint for my now, very traumatized digit. I went to the "sports brace" aisle and saw every kind of brace, minus the one I needed. I looked over at the pharmacy window, no joke, as they were literally closing the counter. But... one window was still open, and one helpful pharmacist was still there. She kindly sent me two aisles over. And voila! Not one... but two types of finger splints.

Life is good, and funny. Extremely unpredictable. A bit painful at times... But good.