Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Clearly, I Need to Take My Own Advice.


 I feel like I am ALWAYS yelling at my kid about jumping on/ off/ over the sofa. Always. "You're going to get your foot stuck and get hurt," I say. Usually he listens and so far we haven't had too many traumatic injuries. 

Until yesterday. 

Clearly, I need to take my own advice.

Yesterday, I decided to let the LM rope me in to a game of Batman. I say "batman" but really we are just chasing each other all around the house with "shooters" {guns} that he made out of legos (seemingly getting around the "no guns" rule.) There we were, racing all over the top story of our home, hiding around corners, behind the sofa, in the kitchen... you get the idea. Baby Gray thought the whole thing was hilarious, and we were having a great time. Then I got this "awesome" idea, that I should launch myself over the sofa, roll behind it and then shoot the LM from underneath. It was awesome. Awesome until my foot got stuck mid-air. Awesome until the fall of my whole body was broken by the side of my right foot. Awesome untilI actually looked at my foot.

Immediately I knew it was broken. 

1st thought, how the hell am I going to carry the baby. 

2nd, we are leaving for Costa Rica in 4 weeks... I cannot have a cast. 

3rd,  F$%*, I broke my foot!

4 hours later in the ER
 (thankfully at the hospital where my hubby works.) 
My neon pink pants (a birthday present from my fabulous girlfriends) kept me smiling the whole time. 


I left without a cast, with orders to wear this monstrosity for the next 6-8 weeks, and then they sent me on my way with crutches, which I tried my hardest to give back (do, they have a seat for my baby? I asked.)

They wouldn't relent, and now the kids have some new "toys" that they both HAVE to play with.


Which of course the little man then turned into a"shooter".


It's a vicious cycle. 

My foot hurts.

It could have been MUCH worse.

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

7 comments:

Victoria said...

Ouch! What bad luck and bad timing. I guess it's back to the no jumping on or over the sofa rule again - for you anyhow!

Shari said...

Oh no! Get well soon!

Samantha Nelson said...

I'm so sorry that it's broken! Fingers crossed you're out of the cast in time for your vacay to Costa Rica. Wishing you a speedy recovery!

Grace in TN said...

Oh I am so sorry! I hope you have a speedy recovery and just think, when lm gets bigger, you can hold this over his head for a loooong time :).

Enlist some help from anyone you can think of!

Ladies Holiday said...

What a bummer! That is an understatement...sending healing thoughts your way...in time for costa rica! Which you have to go to because this reader wants photos!
~Deirdre

Anonymous said...

Jumping on the couch - or I should say, the attempt to stop the jumping on the couch, is THE biggest fight in my house. I yell constantly about it, yet my husband takes the stance of 'boys will be boys'. (I have a 4 1/2 and a 2 1/2 year old).
What are your thoughts on that? The fight against the mom trying to control two crazy boys vs the dad encouraging them to ''be boys' ???!!!

Yummy Mummy said...

The hubs and I are very much "let em be boys/ kids" this extends to stuff that kills me like eating the sandbox sand... Etc. broken bones are part of growing up, and not so surprisingly he usually comes out of everything unscathed... I'm not usually so lucky. Unless its a hard rule, like holding hands while crossing the street, I can usually be convinced of letting things go that will bring on a happier childhood, sans severe consequences. This is why I can't say no to the ice cream truck... Even when it pulls up in front of our house as I'm making dinner!!!!

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