Dangers of Home Economics

This afternoon at lunchtime, I was slaving over the stove reheating leftovers in the microwave and decided that a piece of homemade bread would go nicely with my meal. (I had made some bread the other day. I also sharpened our bread knife about a month ago...you know where this is going, don't you!) And as I was masterfully cutting my deliciously thick slice of garlic bread, I also masterfully sliced my thumb! And I mean sliced. That serrated edge cut through my skin like butta. And I calmly irrationally instinctively ran to the sink to hold my thumb under cold water.

Thank goodness Seth was home!
He heard me crying and using some colorful words while in my agony and came running up the stairs to see what was wrong. I reluctantly showed him my bloody stump of a thumb cut and thought he'd A) throw up and/or B) pass out. (he gets queasy from the smell of poopy diapers.) However, he surprised me and maned-up! No vomit, no unconsciousness! Yay Seth!!!

And he was very good about following directions as I told him how to patch me up. First thing, I asked for a bandaid. He ran upstairs and from the length of time he was gone, it was clear he had no idea where they were. When he came down, he handed me a pantyliner and asked if that would work as gauze. :) Similar principle, very different application. So, I told him where the bandaids were, he got them and helped me get bandaged up.

Meanwhile, the kids were patiently waiting for their lunch at the kitchen island, having witnessed everything. And bless Breck's little heart, he came over and asked if I was ok and then gave my thumb a kiss. I swear that kiss was like morphine being pumped into my veins - it really did feel better!


...I'm now thinking of investing in one of those bread holder thingies to slice my bread. ;)