lame

I jammed my finger on Monday playing bball w/ James. It bruised up and wasn't hurting too much until yesterday. We were suppose to go rock climbing but had to cancel and now I have my finger in a splint...which would be fine but I sort of felt like a chump today.

I woke up at 9 today (thought it had to be at least 11 or so - maybe it's a sub-conscience thing, haha). We go down to breakfast and James announces I can no longer do the dishes and what not because I need to rest my hand. It's one thing if MIL says to chill and not worry about things but it's totally another thing if husband announces it, you know? -_-

After breakfast papa mun vacuumed the 1st floor, James vacuumed the 2nd floor, mama mun sewed the duvet cover to the duvet, and I just sat watching Food Network. OH MAN I felt so antsy! Then Mama mun gets a phone call from her cousin and tells her she's sewing. Cousin says, "Why don't you have your daughter in law do those things? We did all that stuff." Mama mun answers, "Do you think this is the 19th century?" Do I sense Americanization?

(James and mama mun are currently having another heart to heart in Esther's room. Drawing tomorrow FO SHO)