Once again, I have broken my baby toe. And this time is it BAD. I can hardly walk. And it's swollen so much, it really is trying to be the size of my big toe. Not being able to walk really does put a cramp in my parenting of three children. Not so much with the chasing and the leaning. Or the standing. Or walking. So it happened today (Saturday). I guess that's a good thing, that it happened on a weekend, so that my husband is here to help me out. But then again, the doctor is closed today. I'm not really sure if I need to go to the doctor, anyway. I have commenced with the buddy tape, ice and have tried to rest it the best I could today. But that isn't as easy as it sounds.
I have broken this toe several times before. The first (and the worst, up until THIS time) was the night that I got engaged. I kind of knew that it was coming - we were dressing up for a date. I ran through my closet and WHACK, hit my food on the doorframe. But I was so excited, I still shoved my foot in a dress shoe and had a great evening! But that was a long time ago, I guess my feet don't recover as well now. It does seem, though, that every time I break this toe, something major is going on in life. Getting engaged was one of the big ones. I think I had a few other minor breaks or "toe hits" for other momentous occasions. I think I did when we went to get our first baby. (I can't really remember all the breaks right now. All I can really think is "ouch ow ouch") And now I have a major one with our new baby. Thankfully I avoided smashing my toe before going to China!
I am a klutz. At my last job I had, they knew that I'd be falling, tripping or dropping something at least once a week, er once a day. They called me Grace. And then when Twilight came out, they called me Bella. I'm known for my accident-prone-ness. But I've actually been doing well since having kids. I guess I'm just wearing out. Having 4, 2 and 2 months just will drain you. I think that I was working on adrenaline - for the first two weeks we had the new baby, I was just going going going. Running on excitement and coffee. And I was making that push to the birthday party weekend. But now that the oldest has turned 4 and the party is over, I am drained. Exhausted. And it seems that gravity figured that out and pulled me down over baby gear and helped me break my toe.
I knew that it was a goner as soon as I hit the floor. Tears were just streaming down my face - and I'm a pretty tough cookie most of the time. The girls came to check on me - gave me hugs and kisses (which I told them to blow kisses, not to actually KISS my foot). It helped and was so sweet. But the pain remained. So that's me, walking around with a limp, hop and stutter.
Oh....and no children were harmed in the process of falling.
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