My wife has been on my case to get some things done around the house. But, I have been so busy trying to keep up with the fall carappie bite that these task have not measured up to what I felt was important.
Saturday morning I woke up around 4 and wrestled in my mind what I was going to do. I decided to make it a family day. She and I would tackle those chores together and bond for the whole day. I went back to sleep but, she and I woke up again around 5:30. We laid in bed for a while just visiting cuddeling. She was so proud of me and I felt good for making her feel special. She wanted to get my day off to a good start and began to prepare a breakfast for just the two of us. While trying to pry a couple of frozen bisquets apart, he knife slipped and went through her middle didget. I mean in one side and out the other. I rushed her to the ER and after two hours and three stitches, we rturned home. Like a champ, she resumed preparing breakfast.
All weekend long I kept telling my self, "She was preparing breakfast for me; If I had only gone fishing like I kew I should, she would not have got hurt".
I hope I can forgive myself someday.
DP