Its agony, I feel like I have been skewed with a sword. My whole body is pulsing with pain…
The morning started so well. Both he who helped create them and I held our breath at 5.45am when we heard the click of the twins door ease open. We lay like statues as twin boys elephant style footsteps padded across the landing. We didn’t move a muscle as we heard the flush signify the start of his return journey. There was a terrifying pause outside our door and I genuinely thought my nights sleep over but then a miracle occurred and he returned to his own room and apparently returned to slumber.
The real morning began at 7.10am. The blue birds came in and gently pulled back the bed sheets, he who helped create them greeted me with a kiss, kindly ignoring my humming breath. The children all dressed themselves without any major fallings out; we had a slight hiccup when twin boy thought twin girl had stolen his socks but all was happily rectified when BB was discovered to be the true perpetrator of the crime as she was found trying to hide the evidence in her nappy.
It was as if we had all gone to bed in our own house and had woken up as the Walton’s.
But it’s true; all good things must come to an end; and only moments after treating my family to a rousing morning of Morning has Broken I was writhing on the floor; tears piercing at my eyes and yelps of pain falling from my lips.
We were ready to leave, each child was by the door, coat on, book bag, packed lunch, and water bottle in hand.
I dashed upstairs to perfume myself and pop on my shoes.
I didn’t see it.
How I missed it I don’t know; it was bright yellow and a good inch wide.
It was on its back, helpless to move itself.
My foot was bare.
I sprung from the top step, a smile upon my face, my foot unknowingly careering towards its yellow victim.
I landed, I screamed, I am not ashamed to admit I cried.
I fecking hate lego…
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Like I said before standing on lego or childbirth, difference being one lasts a bit longer than the other but pain wise pretty much the same!!! Ouch :-/
LOL!
Oh no! I hate lego too. I cried when I bashed my bare foot off a chair last year and broke my little toe, so I truly feel your pain! Congratulations o being a MADS finalist 🙂
xx Jazzy
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Lego or upturned plug? Done both. Equally evil. But the worst thing ever to stand on with bare feet is a SLUG.
That sounds horrid….
Nothing worse than stepping on lego, other than a plug. Ouch!!
A plug is pretty big though?
Ouch!! I find those plastic toy soldiers smart a little too!!
those toy story ones get everywhere
Lego Foot. *nods and ouches in sympathy*
*offers gin*
Ouch… I’m apologise on behalf on Lego!!! I’m a bit ashamed actually living in the country the stuff comes from…. I HATE stepping on Lego! It hurts…
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hurts like hell
I remember the feeling well! thank goodness our lego supply is going dusty in the attic!
Give it time and smidge will be all over that
Brilliant! Just knew you were going to say Lego! I had an internal bruise in my foot for weeks after inadvertently stepping on a piece of Lego….in all other ways I love it but it can be truly EVIL!
it leaves a cruel mark!
Phew! For a moment I thought you were going to be writing about blue lights not yellow lego x
no more blue lights in this house!
ouch yes…and when I read the upturned plug I winced. My 2 have these awful little football men that like to bury themselves in the deep pile rugs too.
Deep pile rugs eh? swish x
Ouch! Playmobil knight helmet has similar effect
ouch
Ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch! Makes me glad we are still at the Mega Bloks/Duplo stage! Those pieces are big enough that you have some hope of seeing them in time. 🙂
I would probably still step on them!
Slippers.
oh wise one
See, the perfume was just one step too far towards perfection – the lego was your reminder that it is never good to try and be perfect. Only you could make a lego brick funny. *votes* Oh, no, hang on a minute, you’re in MYYYYY category!!!!
I wouldnt worry too much! xx
Lego and hotwheels are painful underfoot and I have plenty here in this household. Cannot wait to donate the lot to charity when they grow out of it…now I know why my brother was so keen to give me all his son’s toys. Evil Bastard!
Brothers!
Even though it is still the best toy to develop three-dimensional thinking!
Kate
Saving Mummys Money
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Too true x
OMG I feel your pain just reading this! I hate stuff like that. I walked into Buddy’s chair the other day. Ooooft, it was sore & as he was there I coukdn’t swear. I said jeesie peeps, he went around saying this in a very aggressive manor afterwards. The shouted ‘mummy get some arnica’ lol, don’t you just live them!
Ah bless!