Memorial Day Weekend: The unofficial start of summer. With cookouts, baseball games and kids splashing in the pool on opening day, the countdown begins for the last day of school and we all bask in the sun while enjoying hot dogs and iced tea. This Memorial Day was supposed to be full of those things for my family, but instead the hubby and I spent most of the day in the emergency room because of my graceful moves while walking up to my mother’s house.
I fell and I fell hard. I rolled my left ankle, fracturing it, and then slammed into the concrete, scraping up my legs like a 10-year-old boy. It was painful and embarrassing, to say the least. The kids were able to stay and enjoy the attention of both doting grandmothers as the cookout proceeded without the wonderful company of their parents. After getting home with my temporary cast, I began to realize what a pain this was going to be with two children.
This is the third time I have fractured this ankle. Sports injuries from the past have haunted me as an adult. However, the ease of having my mother wait on me and having no responsibilities to contend with as a teenager was long gone; I was a Mommy now, and things were totally different. Thankfully, as I have bragged to y’all before, my husband is the best man on Earth and he tried very hard to do everything, from getting up with the baby in the middle of the night (usually we alternate) to getting both kids fed, bathed and to sleep, plus fixing dinner for the two of us. The guilt that goes along with being incapacitated is immeasurable.
This accident made me realize how scary it would be for single parents to hurt themselves. As parents, our responsibilities are so great; it’s easy to get caught up in the day-to-day grind and not realize how much you have to rely on things like standing on two feet. Thankfully, I was able to get a “boot,” which I can hobble around in and also remove to take showers (thank goodness for that one, casts and trash bags are very overrated). I only have to wear this “robot foot” (little man officially christened it) for three weeks until I’m free from all restraints and back to my old, graceful self. I just really need to watch where I’m going from now on.