Just A Typical Day In The Life of Me

It was a day just like any other day . I had slept really well the night before. I awoke before the alarm clock. I drank my coffee and took a shower. I got dressed for work. I decided to wear my new black heels. Rick and I texted each other back and forth. It was a great beginning to a lovely day, or so I thought.
I went on to work. I teach young children, preschoolers. While in my classroom one of my students called me over to the bathroom. She had a nice surprise waiting for me. She had missed the toilet and had made a mess on the floor. No problem I had my coffee and my love from Rick to keep me strong. I donned some hospital gloves and armed myself with a bottle of bleach water and sprang into action. I was scrubbing away and did not pay much attention until I felt my face get wet. By the third squirt of the bleach bottle I realized something was terribly wrong. I had some how inadvertently turned the nozzle of the bottle onto myself. I was also wearing a new red sweater and I quickly grabbed a towel hoping I had not ruined my clothes. No such luck was to be had for me on this day .
Thank God for lunch breaks. I would be able to go home and change out of my now tie-dyed acid washed red mess of a sweater. As I got into my car to head home it began to rain, a heavy non stopping sideways wind blowing rain. I pulled into my drive way and thought about the code of ethics that all shoe lovers share. Save the shoes! I took off my new black heels and tucked them under my ruined red sweater to keep them out of harms way.
I dashed out of the car and slammed the door. It was at the sound of the car door shutting that I realized I had just locked my keys inside. I ran up the sidewalk barefoot and with the shoes tucked safely inside my sweater to my front door. I almost made it.
I began to slip falling forward on the wet pavement. In a split second I made a decision. I thought do not let go of the shoes. I tucked my toes under me to stop falling. Wrong choice. I heard a snap of a bone breaking, and all neighbors heard was me cursing. I hobbled into the house and got my daughter to drive me to the doctor. Three x-rays later he told me what I already knew. I now have a broken toe and won't be wearing heels for a long time. My only wish is that come Christmas morning I will be able to put on sneakers and ride my new PINK bike. I am changing my name. Jane....Calamity Jane.