Three weeks ago I fractured a bone in my hand. My RIGHT hand, which is my dominant hand, of course. I'm in a brace for at least three more weeks, but I am slowly learning how to function with one hand. And B has learned how to buckle himself in his car seat and change diapers so good is coming from the frustrating situation. Yesterday at 3:45 we got a call that we were supposed to be downtown singing papers. We are in the middle of a poor weather stretch - snow & ice -, our bigger bathroom is gutted to the studs, we're hosting Christmas AND we decided to refinance our home loan. The refinancing process has been long and hard so when I found out the final papers were ready to sign we all hustled out the door and headed downtown. I apologized for my poor left handed signature and we began signing reams of paper. The kids watched the traffic streaming by outside the huge conference room windows as we signed. The woman helping us commented on how cute they were, complime