Woe is me.

I am throwing a pity party for myself. So don't read this unless you are ready to give lots and lots of sympathy. Over Halloween my darling little girl and handsome husband were sick. They started getting better and with that came more energy. Olivia is at the dancing stage where anytime she hears any sort of tune she is jamming to it. She shakes her booty and head bangs. Well, I was holding her and dancing with her when all of a sudden her forehead collided with the bridge of my nose. CRACK!! An extreme headache rushed from my nose and around my eyes. My eyes teared up and I was in pain. Olivia was crying and of course Travis and I checked her out to make sure she was okay. She was crying and I was crying, however when she saw that I was crying she stopped and became worried for me. The verdict: a broken nose, my nose is cracked and swollen and bruised. Man, I am ugly. This all happened last week. I started to feel better and the headache and swelling was going away. Then it came, my cute little family decided to share their colds. Not that I can't handle a cold but have you ever broken your nose and had to blow it continuously? I do not recommend it. So WOE IS ME. Thanks for this pity party. No worries, I shall soon be healthy enough for the next physical ailment to hit.