Today, as I am moving a heavy plastic container, my grip slipped on the handle; HOWEVER, three nails caught the container as it went down.
I'm beyond having simple "broken" nails here; I'm with nails that have been partially ripped off with parts of the nail-bed.
The worst part wasn't the nails being ripped off by the container, it was the moment when I was forced to tear off each dangling nail clinging to skin.
Of course, I had been in the middle of taking pictures when this happened, hence the moving of a container so I could get a better shot. So, I took a quick photo BEFORE the blood really got flowing and soiled my carpet. I was kind of shocked at how much the exposed nail-bed actually bled. I have a high tolerance for pain, but isn't this similar to a CHINESE TORTURE TREATMENT?
I took a photo with the "good" hand, then rushed to the bathroom sink as I stood in awe at how much bleeding had begun. Weird. I applied pressure with good-old-toilet-paper while chastising myself about allowing this to happen.
This is partly a curse of having nails that grow like a weed. I naturally have longer nails and breaking a nail sure is nice when it doesn't involve NERVE-ENDINGS!
But, the good news is...I did get pictures of the playroom!
This is a room with multiple purposes:
1. It allows me to keep the girls old Disney movies, old books, and toys for nostalgia and enjoyment. In fact, my girls still have great times coming for a visit and plugging in an old movie, such as "Fox and the Hound." Often, they hold their boyfriends hostage and force them to watch the movies with them. That's the price of the war movie moments and video games young men. Awesome revenge.
2. It allows me to keep current books and DVD's stored ready for use.
3. The room gives extra dedicated play space, especially for my 5-year old niece, Shaye. I even have my daughters' old Barbie house that has still given hours of playtime for several kids in the family.
4. The double-beds have been slept on by huge, hairy college guys when the kids all come to Houston for a weekend of fun and my housed is packed full of people. I always put an extra stuffed animal on the bed for them and we all snicker about how much the guys secretly LOVE staying in this room.
5. I love the Gund Bears on each bed, belonging to my daughters from my mom who passed away from breast cancer.
6. It's just a FUN room! Adults in the family love to come over and just sit in it for a minute...it's a room that evokes feeling good. And the quilted, whimsical, reversible bed-spreads are from JC Penney's; it's my all-time favorite bedding.
Today is full of busy-ness. I am NOT ready to show the house. But, Deputy Dave said we just need to keep plugging forward. I don't think the house will ever be ready enough for me.
I guess I need to admit that we are LIVING here and can't keep everything perfect. I still have dirty dishes, dirty laundry, and dirty floors to confront daily. Life sure has a way of continuing to bring dirt into my life, but I can't seem to look past it so easily right now. Dirt is a highly personal thing, you know.
However, I think the hurting nails will allow some of the dirt to hang around a tad bit longer.