The summer that broke me

Before this summer, I had never broken or sprained anything in my life.

In May, I broke my hand and arm in one unfortunate fall while running to pull tables back into place after teaching yoga class.

On Wednesday, I broke my left baby toe while running in my hallway to grab something for a friend who was leaving after an afternoon playdate.

Put together with all the stress we have right now, this just might be known as the summer that broke me (titular line!). I had a fun Girls Night Out with some friends last night and someone kindly acknowledged that in October- when I stop brushing my hair and our clothes are never clean and I'm late to everything (oh wait, that's now. well, magnify that)- that they'll know it's just because I've finally been pushed over the edge of what I can handle. They'll kindly not say anything. That would work. If we all just allow me to lose my mind, I won't have the stress of trying to keep it together for appearances sake.

On Wednesday, I was really hoping that my baby toe was just dislocated because the initial pain wasn't excruciating even though my baby toe was sticking out at a 90 degree angle from my foot. It really was- ask Jenny, she was there. I put it on ice right away and google "dislocated toe". Jeremiah walked in the door just then and I asked him to pull it back into place bc the internet promised it would feel better right away and by then it was really hurting. He tried but it didn't help so we thought we should go to a professional to pull it back into place. At the urgent care center we got x-rays that showed a break, not a dislocation. Glad we didn't keep pulling on it!

Do you know that all they can do for a broken baby toe is to tape it to the other toes? Now you know. I just saved you a lot of time and money that I wish I had saved.

Now I'm hobbling around and it has slowed me down a lot. More than one person has suggested that it's just what I needed. Um hmm. OR... I could have NOT broken my toe and then been able to get things done in a timely fashion.

I must say though, I know I was near the breaking point when I was brought to sudden tears during a yoga meditation when the instructor said "Give yourself permission to just surrender" and my immediate physical and mental response was to tense up and think "No! I can't! Not yet!" We still have a long way to go.

It is very inconvenient to move so slowly. I'm consolidating trips up the stairs so lots of things for the kids are "just going to have to wait." And Jeremiah's now responsible for feeding the chickens, which I'm sure he loves, bc I just can't make the long walk up the hill. My foot hurts- it's very badly bruised on top and swollen too.

So since Wednesday I haven't altered my schedule thanks to some extra help. My sister in law Janessa was over on Wednesday night after I broke my toe so I could go to school and Jeremiah could go to a debate. My sister Cecylia came and watched the kids for me all day Thursday so I could go to school and do a project for class and then go to GNO with friends while Jeremiah knocked on doors. Today my Grandmother is coming to stay for several days. All of these were on the calendar before but now they're extra appreciated bc I can ask the helpers to do additional things like bathe the kids and feed them! And this weekend I was going to go to Renn Fest with some friends but now I can't walk all over the place so instead they graciously changed plans to a low-key cookout at their house so I can park my butt and eat in one place. Sweet.

The summer might have broke me, but I've got all the kings horses and all the kings men trying to help me back together again!