Mother of the Year

I've joined a new club. It's very exclusive and hard to get into. If you wish to join there are a few key things you must do, turning your house into an occupational hazard being the key one. I've decided that my house must be death trap. 3 of my 4 children have broken a bone at some point or another.

It all started a week ago when I heard a loud thump and then cries of "It hurts! It hurts!" coming from the upper echelons of our home. It was Zane. He was laying on his bed, which is a bottom bunk, knees curled up, crying. The first thing I thought was he'd broken his leg hanging off the top bunk (that's how Hannah did it 8 years ago). He wouldn't stand on his feet so I scooped him up and took him downstairs. As I sat holding him I had a thought that no concerned mother should have, though I couldn't help myself, "Great! Now I'm not going to get my nap!"

I waited and watched and soothed that little boy. After a while he calmed down. I tried to urge him to stand to gauge what would happen. I might just make that nap after all. And though he would stand he wouldn't walk. I said a little prayer that if I should take him to Urgent Care then I would get to feeling to do so. It didn't come. So I though he must have sprained it and he would be fine. By the evening he was walking, well, limping really, around the family room. "See! He's fine," I told myself.

Friday turned into Saturday which turned into Sunday. At that point he was still walking a little weird and one foot did seem more swollen than the other so I decided that I should probably take him to be seen in the morning. As I posted before his x ray was inconclusive. So yesterday we had appointment with the orthopaedic surgeon. Zane has a non-displaced fracture of the 3rd and 4th metatarsals (whatever those are). Looking on the bright side, he doesn't need a cast, it would be more of a nuisance than a help. And his foot should heal in another 2 weeks.

Meanwhile, last night he found my grampa's old harmonica and played it for the ENTIRE evening. It was kind of funny seeing him limp around with a harmonica glued to his face. All he needs now is a stick with a handkerchief bundle tied up on the end. Hey! If we took him to the mall with a money cup we might make some serious dough. I'll have to think about that one.

So now that you're all up to speed on the injury I can post what I was tagged to post:

Six Things

You May Or May Not Know

(and didn't really care about in the first place)

About Moi!

Brooke tagged me to bare my soul, to bring forth the depths of my pool of shame, though I'm shallow as a rain puddle.

Prepare to be underwhelmed.

1. Dream Job: This was hard. I sometimes day-dream about being someone else. Living a different life. When it's all over though, I decide that my life is worth the living I have to put into it. But if I had to choose: Old-Movie Reviewer (black and white rules), Zookeeper (this is seriously not a joke. I think I'll get a job at Wildlife World Zoo if I ever quit having kids and they all go to school), Time Traveler (this is not a joke either. If it's ever possible I'm signing up!).

2. Dream Day: A purse full of cash, a Dr. Pepper to keep me going, and a day spent in antique stores, consignment stores, yard sales, estate sales, you get the idea.

3. In the pre-existence I knew: Sting. Laugh if you will, but he is my soul-friend. I know I knew him. And in the next life when he knows my name and greets me as his dear friend all you mockers will be eating crow.

4. I always have on hand: jell-o and marshmallows. I'm a hero around here when we have jell-o for dinner or the kids have jell-o with marshmallows on top in their lunches. Such a little thing that produces huge results!

5. Biggest Pet Peeve: Crumbs in the butter. You know, when you pull the butter out of the fridge, take off the lid and there are crumbs from someone else's toast in it? That just grosses me out more than just about anything. I also have a strong aversion to people drinking straight out of the milk (or soda or water) container ( I had a very disturbing incident with back-wash when I was younger), eating food that has fallen on the floor (someone might have walked in that very spot that had just been outside and stepped on a piece of dog poop and now there is dog poop on your food) and my children or husband drinking out of my glass (seeing someone else's lip-print complete with the gross white-stuff that you see in the corner of people's mouths on the side is disgusting).

I know. I have a few issues.

6. I've never been to: Utah. I just might be the only Mormon to have never been to Utah. I've been to Hawaii, Germany (twice), Italy (twice), France, Austria, Luxembourg, heck! I've even been to Liechtenstein. But not Utah. My sister keeps trying to get me to visit her there. I just don't think I could handle all the holiness there. I might turn into a pillar of salt of something (j/k for all of you who are shocked right now). I know I'll probably go.........sometime.

So now you know.

I tag......Hillari, Jen, Amber, and.....(thinking).....Charlene!