Friday, August 17, 2007

Dummy hurt her hand

I haven't been blogging mostly cause I've been reading all the other fabulous blogs out there, but also because I've sprained my right wrist. How did I accomplish such a feat do you ask? I guess its an issue every single parent (or any parent) faces at some point in their life:


I think I get this from my work in fast food as a teenager. I was a super employee at KFC, Taco Bell and Pizza Hut (where I was the fastest delivery driver for 2 year running). I hardly ever got an order wrong, and beat the drive-thru timer on a regular basis. I prided myself in efficiency, speed and customer satisfaction. These skills, however, do not always translate smoothly in my world of mommying.

So I was getting out of the car after work, knowing in the back of my mind that I had to pick someone up in a few hours and I wanted to de-infant my car a little before then. This was no small task, as there are masses of Cheerios, goldfish, empty grocery bags, onesies and beer boxes (FOR MOVING!) in my POS Ford Escort.

This kicked off what usually happens when my multitasking skills begin to fail: my brain starts moving faster than my body is capable of.

I released LB from her car seat, and set her down on the driveway, telling her "Mama's gonna clean a few things up really quick, so hold on." I gave her a random toy to play with while I frantically tried to shove all the trash within arm's length into the empty grocery bags. This is typical mode for mommies I understand (do as much as you can while child is entertained).

Sadly for me, there was too much trash to pick-up in the little time before LB spotted my mother's cat and took off in full toddler sprint, gushing "KIGGY KIGGY". By this time I had my arms full of god-knows-what, and the sensible thing would have been to:


Before running towards LB and scooping her up with my right hand. Honestly I was more afraid she might run into the road, and almost forgot about everything I was holding, but as soon as I picked up her 18 1/2 lbs, my wrist decided that it had reached maximum capacity and gave out.

I am happy to say I did NOT drop my child in the process, and managed to clean my car before feeling slightly sick and realized how badly my wrist was throbbing. 3 hrs later, the ER doc told me that this happens a lot with mothers of young children, mostly to wrists and fingers. She said she wore a splint on her finger after her 3 year old jerked his foot away while she was tying it.

So now I have a damn splint on my damn right hand, and I am definitely NOT a lefty. My writing has been reduced to a 4 yr old level, and I am the laughing stock of the school district. I seem to be getting a combination of "AHHHH yes" and "What an idiot" looks from the women who have kids around here.

Needless to say, my typing ability is slightly marred.

P.S. I am in the process of getting my application for income based housing reviewed. I should know in the next couple of weeks. Keep your fingers and wrists crossed for me.

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