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Yes, folks, that’s right.  The Mommy got to make yet another trip to Urgent Care last night.  I swear I have been there more since becoming a Mommy than in the three years that we’ve lived here before that.  And I’ve had the same doctor three times in a row.  It’s a wonder he didn’t just say “You again?”.

“Why in heaven’s name did you go to Urgent Care?” you ask.  Well, yesterday morning, while The Daddy was holding The Tater Tot, I was on my way into the kitchen to make the Tot’s breakfast and (not looking where I was going), I smacked my foot into a wall.  Yeah, just call me Grace.  After writhing on the floor in extreme pain, we discussed how I would get this looked at.  Not being willing to expose The Tot to undue x-ray cooties or to hand her off to someone I don’t know who would be out of my sight while getting x-rays (stuff just happens, you know?), we decided that I would see how it goes and if I needed to go in.  By 4pm I knew I needed to go.  So, I handed Tater Tot off to The Daddy and high-tailed it to Urgent Care around 4:45.  Just as everyone else and their brother did, apparently.  But, to their credit, I was in and out of there in less than two hours, including x-rays!  Missed Tater’s evening routine but, what can a Mommy do?  Mommies have to take care of themselves so they can take care of the tots!

It turns out that it is probably not broken and that I need to keep it elevated and rest it.  Yeah, right.  With a 9 1/2 month old 4 days before Christmas when I’m not quite done with my Christmas shopping?  Good luck!  At least Tater Tot is not walking yet…