Ever feel like if you just had made one decision differently, your life could have turned out much easier? That happened to me this weekend… I made one decision that made my families life turn upside down. I decided to join my family at the park. *dun, dun, dun*
My sweet husband offered to take the kids to the park this weekend so I could practice some of my choir parts without the “children’s choir” helping along. I kissed him madly and told him that if they stayed a while I might join them.
1st mistake: Saying *might*
After about an hour of practice, I imagined the whole family at the park without me. Frolicking and laughing and making all sorts of great family memories! I decided to take a walk and join them…
2nd mistake: Deciding to join them
When I got to the park, it was much as I should have expected…someone was crying and complaining, someone was being lectured, someone was tearing around on concrete on wobbly roller-blades of death without a helmet on, etc… At this point, my instincts said, “They haven’t seen you yet! It’s not too late! Go home!” But I pushed this aside and decided to stay and help my husband.
3rd mistake: Deciding to STAY and help my husband
Well, I watched Payton throw water bottles from the lunch into the air and try to make them explode, I tightened the helmet on the wobbly user of roller-blades of death and started giving lots of “thumbs ups” and “Good Job!” comments to the various cries of, “Mom! Watch me! Watch me!” After about 5 minutes of boredom I turned to my husband and said, “Why don’t you go back home and get the basketball?”
4th mistake: Suggesting my husband go get the basketball
When he returned, he started egging me on to play…
5th mistake: Need I mention??
Next thing I knew, the game was getting physical (like it always does). Jay had a fat lip from my wayward elbow and I was getting very frustrated with his big arms smacking all my amazing shots. At one point, he was wide open setting up to shoot and I dashed over and leapt as high as I could to block…
6th mistake: Leaping
When I landed from said Jordan style leap (just wanted to give a visual), it was onto my husbands big bad foot. This, in turn, caused my ankle to roll causing a pain worse than death to throb into my ankle. I’ve twisted and turned my ankle many times, but never to this point of pain.
7th mistake: The use of a few choice words as I hopped around at a children’s park.
At this point, it’s time to go (so said I through gritted teeth to my husband). It’s very obvious to me that this ankle is not going to support my weight anytime soon. Jay starts telling the kids in his bossiest daddy voice to clean up, quit crying, think about their mother and get in the car. He then tells me to get on his back so he can carry me to the car…
8th mistake and probably the worst: Getting on Jay’s back.
He starts carrying me to the car and decides to take the fastest straight route through the tanbark. As he gets to the end of the bark, he misjudges the step to carry him out of the “lava pit” as my kids call it and stumbles down onto his knee! Are you imagining this? My precious inflamed, throbbing ankle dangling down his side and he stumbles to his knees?? My foot had no where to go but DOWN and it went down HARD. At this point, I had nothing to do but roll around on the ground (coping mechanism?) and begin to sob.
Once home, said ankle had swelled on one side the size of a tennis ball. Thankfully, my husband, unlike myself, is very compassionate. I am compassionate for about 20 minutes. After that, it’s time to feel better and quit whining. He, on the other hand, is patient, understanding, brings me ibuprofen regularly, makes me ice it hourly, wraps it, etc… and on top of all this takes care of the kids for 3 DAYS. Bet he was REAL glad he had a 3 day weekend! For 3 days I could not put any weight on it without awesome pain and had to be carried around anywhere I wanted to go. It was fun to sit on the couch and not be expected to do anything for like a minute. After that, even I was annoyed with my convalescent self.
Day 5 and while I still can’t put weight directly on my foot, I can hobble around using the side of it. Unfortunately, life keeps moving and husbands need to work, kids need to be fed, so I gimp around just wishing I had made one decision differently.
Multiple Lessons Learned: Don’t try to make family memories and go to the park. Stay home. Poke needles in your arm or birth a child. DON’T play basketball with your husband.





