Mommy Brain

Just call me Carrie the Klutz. Yep, I sprained my ankle – again. Not as bad as the last time, but I’m hobbling around in my splint again.

The day started out pretty great. I woke up feeling better, and when I got out of the shower I found Noah reading aloud to Josiah on the couch. One of those “ahhh” moments. It’s only been the past two weeks that Noah has started reading on his own, away from “school” time.

Went grocery shopping in the morning, and then spent the rest of the day doing a little housework and resting up – especially my voice. Our city has an annual memorial service for anyone who wants to remember people they’ve lost, and for the last three years the local funeral director has asked me to sing. So last night, I got dressed up and headed to the service, where I sang Amazing Grace and Homesick. The service went well, and my voice held up in spite of the sinus thing-y I’ve been fighting.

After the service, I headed to my parents’ house to pick something up and see them for a few minutes before they leave today for the weekend to celebrate their 38th anniversary. On the way back out to my van, I missed the sidewalk, stepping half on it and half off into the soft mud (it was pouring). My left ankle, the one I injured four weeks ago, gave way and I ended up on my side in the mud and wet. In my defense, the sidewalk was covered with wet leaves, and it was dark. But I do have a tendency toward clumsiness, and add to that the fact that my ankle is weak and I was wearing dress shoes – well, there you have it.

So, I’m popping ibuprofen like candy and wearing my ACE bandage and splint again today. I also pulled something in my shoulder, probably when I used my arms to break my fall. I guess it’s a good thing our most ambitious plan for the weekend is to go to church and then watch the Seahawks game.

The kids are great when I’m not doing well. Of course, my resistance is down and I’m much more willing to give them extra computer time. Natalie is a natural born nurturer and she’s taking good care of me and her brothers. One positive is that I’ll have lots of time to finish that baby afghan this weekend!

I didn’t handle it real well last night, though. I pretty much threw myself a pity party. I was just so MAD! I was crying to Kevin and he wanted to know if it was excruciating. I told him that yes, it hurt, but that wasn’t why I was crying! He shook his head and I could see the thought behind his eyes, “Must be woman thing.”

Oh, well, I’m better this morning. Bruised and sore and limping, but at least able to laugh about it. And Kevin has made me promise that for the next few months’ occasions that require dressing up, I’ll change into my sturdy tennis shoes or boots before heading outside.