From Wisniewski to Wilson..

The Story of the Thumb! Wow!  What has started as a pretty miserable Tuesday has carried on to be a pretty big production in the life of Kate.  At this point, I can't help but laugh everytime I look at my thumb, and got a this quote kind of sums up how I feel about my left thumb after not being able to use it correctly the last week: How Did This Happen? I didn't really go into the details in my last blog, because as I stated before, despite being melodramatic as my mom would say, I didn't think it would be that big of a deal.  The night before, I made fudge for my students for Valentine's Day.  Being in a rush, I was careless and really didn't think about pouring the fudge directly into the pan without greasing it or lining it with anything.  So, of course the fudge stuck!  As I woke up to a glorious snow day, I started cleaning the mess, and seeing if I could recover any of the fudge.  I cut it into squares, then stabilizing...

So Today has not been the day I imagined... that's for sure. Normally snow days are a day of happiness for this teacher, but many times throughout the day I thought, "Things would be different if I worked today." I'll recap the days with the positives and negatives: I started my day being able to sleep in, it was actually a good night of sleep, despite being wide awake at 4 am.  I began trying to catch up on laundry and cleaning up my baking mess from the night before.  My 'cleaning' started with a completely chewed up box (happy valentines from Bo) and ended up with careless use of a knife, and I sliced my thumb.  Now my mother would tell you I'm being overdramatic (I am my father's daughter), but it scared me.  I was bleeding a lot, it wouldn't stop (it still really hasn't), and I had this image of me spending my day off in the ER waiting to get stitches.  My mom came over and took a look at it, helped me attempt to bandage it up and I...