Last night was DS's first night in his own room. At 1am I heard him stir. Now, if I get to him quickly enough and shush him down, he doesn't properly wake (all part of a grand plan to get him to self-settle) so I flew through to his room.
Well, I wish I had literally flown through because then I may not have scudded my toe off the exercise bike which lives there as a glorified clothes horse. Foot was in absolute agony but I managed to contain myself and settle DS.
Well, I woke up this morning and said toe is black, purple and a bit wonky. Suspect it is broken but even if not, tis v sore!
How much sympathy have I had? Not one iota. Comments from my so-called friends and loved ones have included... Maybe if you used it as a bike instead of a clothes horse you'd have seen it', 'How is the bike?', 'You're meant to cycle it not kick it' and 'ha ha ha ha ha'.
I am sleep deprived, exhausted and now my toe is blimmin' killing me. AIBU to expect just a little bit more sympathy than the STOOOOPID BIKE that got in my way in the first place?