It's been a long year and I have SO looked forward to this summer and getting to do a few fun things with the kids and Bob. We saved quite a few outings and get-aways for the month of August and just as I thought things are were looking good... BANG, literally. Our 1st "little" outing was a night at the Seminole Hard Rock Hotel & Casino. This was last Sunday (July26th). The night was going well, we just finished dinner with some good friends. When I went to the room to find out why my husband and son went there instead of waiting for us in the lobby... I found Stone crying on the bed with a SUPER swollen ankle. Apparently he had jumped down 7 stairs and landed the jump perfectly (or in gymnastics terms "he stuck it"). However, the sheer impact of landing on a hard concrete floor cracked his growth plate vertically in the ankle.
Well, we didn't actually figure that out until late Monday night, when the swelling hadn't gone down and it was starting to get red. Took him to After-Hours Pediatrics where they x-rayed it and saw the break. So on Tuesday we went to the Jewitt Walk-In Clinic and had it casted. Stone was so excited that he got up and hopped the happy dance. CRUTCHES and a HOT PINK cast. He just couldn't believe his luck. This meant that HE was now the special one in the house and NOT his sister. (In need of attention anyone??) This also meant that Mom would do just about anything to please him and make him more comfortable. This would not mean that Mom would sit for hours and play Xbox games, although I do enjoy a game of Links now and then... however, that did not stop him from asking. I'm sorry, but there is only so much sitting and watching of him play Spiderman or some other game that makes me dizzy that I can take. Honestly, how many other moms out there can do that??
On Tuesday night the happy dance turned into the itchy dance. Stone wanted that cast off. "It itches and my other leg hurts," he said. I replied with a quick "it'll be off in 29 more days, enjoy the attention." He agreed that his ankle did feel better with the cast, and he definitely loves the attention, but he still hated the itching.
About 2 weeks ago, Linda, the most wonderful salesperson Bloomingdales in Orlando has (you're great too, Will), called me and asked if Stone would like to be in their "Back to school" fashion show. Surprisingly, Stone said yes (there's that attention thing again). So on Tuesday afternoon after the cast, I called her and told her what happened. I explained that Stone would be able to walk and participate, but that he had a HOT PINK cast and could she just go ahead and pick out an outfit that would somewhat go with that. In the past we have gone down to Bloomie's and picked out something to wear, but at this point, I really didn't care. So when Saturday came, we showed up right on time, put Stone in a really cool Lacoste shirt and Ralph Lauren cargo shorts and he looked awesome. (He was the only one in a cast too, btw).
Well, 5 days later he started complaining that his foot was moving around in the cast and it was starting to hurt. So I took him in this morning, they took off the cast and after giving me time to wash his foot and rub it a little, they re-cast it in a nice 2-tone green (I forgot to take another photo of the finished product). I have to agree that after smelling his foot post cast removal, that I was hopeful that they would offer to let us have a nice "soft" cast. This was not the case. In their opinion, boys his age need to have a hard cast on otherwise they end up breaking it further.
So here we are, back to my month of MUCH needed vacation getaway time. On Aug. 6 we were headed to Steinhatchee for 3 nights to do some scalloping with some dear friends. Friends that we don't get to hang out with all that much and we LOVE so much. CANCELLED. On Aug. 13 we were headed to Daytona Beach for 3 nights for some beach R & R. CANCELLED.
Holy crap! How do you get 11 days away from renewal and self-preservation and have it all be crushed in an instant?? A broken ankle, that's how. And yet, no one seems to notice that mom is slowly fading away, spirit broken. Will I be able to pull myself out of this funk with the new school season upon us in a mere 14 days? Probably not. But no one will notice and then I will eventually move on and realize that this life is all about being able to fall down (broken ankle and all) and slowly picking yourself up just to get that cup of coffee (or 3) and going back about your life.
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