irony
So after using a reference to not being broken at the end of my first post, irony has shown it's ugly face and I now sit here writing this post with a broken ankle!! Currently, non-weight bearing and waiting news as to whether I shall need surgery, despite already being two weeks post accident. It's hard to be a wife, mother of two, daughter of three plus and friend to more from the sofa, which is where I am spending my days. The perfect parent would still be ruling the roost: cooking dinner on one leg, getting children ready for bed standing on their head... I'm not the perfect parent. I am relying on friends to cook and clean for us, for husband to run himself ragged from dusk until dawn, whilst I sit on the sofa avoiding the dark cloud that could easily pour down on me at any minute and singing happy and you know it over and over with my daughter, who can now clap hands and is more mobile than me with her new crawling skills! Who am i kidding, we're singing happy and you know it for sanity purposes!! I'm trying to focus on the positives: 1. Spending so much one to one time with my daughter 2. Not being able to reach the treat jar from my zombie like position of dragging myself around to avoid using my crutches, which make me feel like a baby giraffe 3. Zombies are never have a mum tum 4. My daughter has bonded with her father so much since mummy became 100% useless. Unfortunately, my inbuilt weather system is not kind, and the dark clouds are always creeping in to cover my sunshine. So, the colouring books are out, together with a mindfulness journal, cross stitch magazine and season 3 of Nashville!! These things have been prescribed by my support group. I cannot let my mood win, I will not be the useless person my body physically and mentally is trying to make me be.
