*Grumble, Grumble*

So, I knew that Ryan and I would both be making sacrifices in order for him to go to grad school. Among many other things, Ryan's sacrificing a dishwasher, (since he's the main dish do-er in our home), and I'm sacrificing having a washer/dryer in our apartment. It hasn't been TOO big of a deal...before tonight. Admittedly, it IS a pain to drag my 5 loads of laundry, 2 different detergents, baking soda, (boosts the detergent so it cleans better), and dryer sheets over to the building, and then walk back and forth a couple of times to switch the loads to the dryers. But, it's definitely not the worst thing that could happen.

However, tonight, as I was taking the first 2 laundry bags in to the building, I was struggling to get the door open. I was trying to balance the bags so the laundry wouldn't fall out all over the place. I finally swung the door open--right into my second toe--and it hurt like CRAZY! When I first looked at it, I thought it had just sustained a minor injury near the cuticle. After a few seconds, it went numb and I finished getting the laundry started. About halfway through, I realized that my toe was bleeding and starting to hurt...and then I realized the corner of the door had actually ripped the majority of my toenail up. So, I walked home, (since we're pretty close to the laundry building), and washed it and bandaged it. And, Ryan, being the wonderful and amazing husband that he is, has taken care of the rest of the laundry tonight. My toe is still throbbing. :( Maybe laundry won't be so bad after my toe heals.