This weekend was amazing. In that we did nothing.
So, remember that non-injury I kind of glossed over on Friday? Yeah, it turned out to be A Real Injury. Saturday left me unable to put much (if any) pressure on that knee and it was swollen to the point that I couldn’t get a brace on it. Basically, my knee gave me a free pass to sit on my ass all day.
Which – y’all? Between the injury itself (which, honestly, was a little traumatic), and the Austin travel stuff earlier in the week, and what have you? I needed a day to sit and do nothing. I literally slept until 10:00 a.m. on Saturday morning, then took another nap from 2-6 p.m. IT WAS MAGICAL. Then we ordered pizza and gorged ourselves while watching tv.
Sunday I woke up feeling like a new person, swear to gahd. I don’t think moms ever get “caught up” in terms of sleep, or not until their children are in college at least, but Sunday was the closest I’ve come in a long time. My knee’s swelling had gone down a bit, but I was worried enough to go to a doc in the box and get xrays.
Here was my conversation with the doctor.
Her: So tell me what happened to injure your knee.
Me: Well, I was going down for a squat, and the joint separated.
Her: Separated?
Me: Yes, the patella was on the outside of the joint.
Her: … are you sure?
Me: Yes ma’am. I held it in my hand.
Her: That’s really gross.
Me: .. okaaaay.
Her: Has this happened before?
Me: About once every fifteen years or so.
Her: Hm. You know most people NEVER have this happen, right?
Me: Lucky me!
So, essentially, I should at some point in time have an MRI done on the ligaments around my knee as they are obviously “loose”. But insurance won’t likely pay for it since it’s not a debiliating injury, so I’m all, “Hey, it pops back in! I’m good!”. Bodies are awesome.
Random shot from the kids going to the YMCA Trunk or Treat on Friday night (which ended up being neither Trunk nor Treat due to weather):
Tony talked about that silly cow all weekend. He was just in disbelief that he met a real, live cow at the YMCA. Even though, you know, HE HIMSELF WAS DRESSED AS BATMAN.
Sunday brought roasted chicken, pumpkin muffins, cranberry sauce, and a day of open windows and break-and-bake cookies. In other words, it was pretty awesome too.
I’m on this kick now to make Sunday dinner into something worth doing. I just think Mondays suck so hard, and Sunday evening should be a time to sit down with family and enjoy a really, really good meal. I think Sundays should be kind of a Mardi Gras, a time of feasting and celebration before we all buckle down the next day.
I am not good at needing help, but Bryan has figured out how to circumvent me even needing to ask. He just DOES stuff, so I don’t have to. Because I will, no matter what. I cannot be the person who is down and out. I don’t know how. So he just stepped in and took care of all of it for me this weekend. My singular job was to clean out the DVR. (And I KICKED THE DVR’s ASS!)
Tonight we head to Aunt Gee and Dude’s house so the cousins can Trick-or-Treat together. (I will hold down the homestead, since I am gimpy.) I love watching Tony and Trey hang out together and can’t wait for Batman to meet Wolverine and see what shenanigans ensue.
Hope you have equally fantastic shenanigans this evening! (BE SAFE.)(Also, DON’T WEAR A “SEXY” COSTUME. THEY’RE JUST NOT SEXY.)
