the crisp connection

so, the plan was to slow down some when we stopped babysitting. But I still had alot going on, especially at church. And lots of company coming, and the holidays starting, and all kinds of things related to that. So i didn't exactly slow down. i may have gotten busier because I had the freedom(ish) of making commitments during the day. it was on the way to one of these commitments that i got the kids all buckled and realized the keys were still in the house. being late, of course, i ran up the stairs to my back door, trying to take two at a time. alas, that was not to be, and my foot missed a step. i came crashing down in a heap, writhing and moaning. after a few minutes i realized hannah was standing there, and i didn't want to keep scaring her. and after all, we did have that appointment to make! so i decided i could get around ok as long i just kept the weight on my heel, and started hobbling off. carrying the car seat, diaper bag, and everything else, of course. i called the doctor later on to see if maybe i should come in and get it wrapped or looked at or something, maybe some pain medicine. because i did not have time to keep it elevated and iced and all that. we had just started painting the living and dining room, my dad was coming in 2 days, and i'm working (was working) on this big christmas event at church. it was swollen, but not grotesquely, and only a little bruising. Sitting on the couch with patrick that night, i said something along the lines of "i bet i'm going to have to stay off this for a couple days, i should really try to do that."

next morning i make it to the doctor, get xrays, wait for an hour, then she returns with stuff in her hands that does not look very promising. much to my surprise she informed me i actually broke my stupid foot, and much to my intense dismay, i have to be in a cast for 4-5 wks. not even a walking cast. an old school one. on crutches. CRUTCHES! I have never really hurt myself before, so this is a whole new experience for me. she knows i have 3 little children, and so felt the need to impress up on me the importance of not putting any weight on it at all, lest it not heal properly, and then require surgery. i, to be honest, have had a somewhat negative attitude about all this, even though i understand i should be really grateful it was just a little break on some side bone or something, didn't need surgery, and (Lord willing) should be off by christmas. but that isn't whats at the forefront of my mind most of the time.

i'm sure it may seem almost humorous when we look back on it. but at the moment, trying to manage wearing Caroline and maneuvering around on crutches is less than funny. i was going to just move me and caroline to the main floor for awhile, but i'm concerned about very quickly losing any progress i'd made in the post-baby weight loss department. so, i figure hopping up the stairs a few times a day, on one foot, seems to be pretty good exercise! i have to tell you, though, it isn't just the broken foot that hurts. being constantly on one foot really throws everything off balance. Patrick has worked amazingly hard on the house, finishing the painting, getting it ready for company, etc. My mother in law is coming to help, and then my mom will be here soon too. After that, we may get somebody to help out for a few weeks. It will be a memorable holiday season. i'll keep you updated!