Last night, going out the back door to the porch, intending to sit on the porch swing and watch the Goober play in her sandbox, I crashed and burned. Splat. Onto concrete. Broke the cup I was carrying, threw the camera OFF the porch (it came to rest under a tree in the back yard - and survived, amazingly), and flung ice cubes and soda all the hell over the place. The worst part was, the Goober saw the whole thing. While I was laying on the ground, waiting for the pain to abate, she kept asking "Mumma? You okay?" and I would say "Yes, baby, I'm fine." and she would wait a moment, then ask again. Ugh.
She did kiss me to make it better, after I got up off the ground. And picked up the ice cubes for me.
Anyway, since fixing dinner and walking around the house have become contact sports, what the fuck, I might as well do what I want:
I'm almost on the second bobbin. To hell with this 'take a break' crap.
And after that? I'm going to try spinning a version of Purple Trainwreck. That should be interesting.
6 comments:
Awww, Goober was caring for Mumum. I'm so glad you have such a good nurse! And I agree, at this point, the cosmos is against you resting. I suggest breaking yourself the good ole fashioned way--spinning.
Trish
When I was pregnant with # 4, we were watching Chicken's soccer game, and the Cave Troll got away from his older brother. I saw the soccer ball rolling between me and my baby, and I went running onto the field, in front of a herd of middle schoolers, scooped up the child, turned around and hauled ass out of there. Keep in mind that I was A. Very overweight and B. 4 1/2 months pregnant.
My momentum wouldn't let me stop. I flung the Cave Troll to the side just in time for me to do a SPECTACULAR belly flop in front of a shitload of soccer MILF, their husbands, and a double herd of amused middle schoolers. Then I clung to the Cave Troll (who could not understand why mommy would just THROW him off to the side like that when he'd been having such a very good game of chase with his older brother) and stayed sitting on the ground, trying to make Mate understand the ABSOLUTE NECESSITY of his pulling the minivan up over the lawn and letting me board, and then taking a two month vacation until the end of soccer season.
The coach never said anything, but I'm pretty sure that's the reason he cut Chicken from the team that year.
But what a sweet Goober!!! You can't buy care like that:-)
It's a darn good thing you are so feisty. This sort of life would crush a lesser woman. I, personally would have lain on the ground and wept for a while, then called in a sitter and taken to my bed for the rest of the day.
Yeah, what Roxie said. Who knew that normal life was such a contact sport? Spin away!
I hope by now you're feeling somewhat better. My girls treat me like I'm spun glass. If I hear, "are you alright" one more time today, I will scream loud enough to be heard all down the street. Sympathy is nice but this over concern is driving me crazy! All I did was say I had a sinus headache (there are trees blooming everywhere and the pollen is killing me)
http://blog.craftzine.com/archive/2008/03/homemade_pvc_weaving_loom.html
have you seen this? you should go check it out. maybe with the husbeast?
;-)
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