My daughter, helpful as always, gave updates from the backseat of the car.
Daughter: (Pokes two year old's arm)
Two Year Old: OWIE!!! (And there was much crying)
Daughter: I think his arm really hurts, mom.
While at the doctor's office, it was determined we should get an x-ray. My conversation with the nurse went like this:
Nurse: Is there any possibility you might be pregnant?
Me: No. Are you asking because I'm emotional?
Nurse: Uhhh, no. (Gives me an odd look) I'm asking because we're going into the x-ray room.
Oh. X-ray + Pregnant = Bad. Perhaps frazzled wasn't a strong enough word.
The arm turned out to be fine, just a sprain, and the two year old was already using it again by the time we left the office.
That was my day. All in all, not a horrible way to spend a Saturday morning. Much better, in fact, than slitting my wrists, or playing referee to the Saturday morning cartoon battle.
Not horrible, but I wouldn't recommend it!