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It was supposed to be a fun week. Daddy was going to be away, so us girls were going to a have good time. Things didn’t go exactly as planned. Wednesday morning brought a little drama. I was going to carpool with my neighbor to drop Mimi off at preschool, and then we were going to drive over to pick up Mike’s truck at the airport shuttle stop. On the way back into the garage to shut the door, my foot rolled as I was stepping on the stair. I heard a loud crack and knew it couldn’t be good news. Fortunately, my neighbor heard me screaming and helped me hobble back to her car. After dropping the kids off at preschool we headed over to the emergency room. As I suspected, x-rays revealed that I had a broken foot (the base of the 5th metatarsal to be exact). The ER doctor was not positive in the least. He said that it was probably the worst bone I could break in my foot and that I absolutely could NOT put any pressure on the foot or the bone would “die”. Fortunately, after visiting an orthopedic surgeon I found out that my case wasn’t so dismal and that I could have a walking cast. I am now crutch-free but am still moving much slower than usual.
Frantic, I called my mother-in-law to see if she could travel the 6+ hours to come help me and the girls, and she immediately made the decision to do so. Kathy didn’t arrive until 2:00 a.m. the next morning which I felt just awful about. She was wonderful to have here though with all the cooking, cleaning, laundry-doing that she provided us. I don’t know what I would have done without her here. Of course, life wasn’t entirely easy for us for the rest of the week. Annie developed a high fever, cough, achiness, and nausea which caused to her to have to stay home Friday from school. She was sick until Saturday night. Then the oven expired, so dinner plans had to be changed that night. The good news about that though is that we now have a new stove/oven and refrigerator being delivered on Tuesday. We were actually planning to purchase a new fridge soon anyway, and Mike and I decided it was probably time to get a new oven, too, rather than pay several hundred dollars to get it fixed. (I got to ride around in the electric cart at Lowe’s, too.)
All the while, Mike was livin’ it up in South Beach in Miami. There was nothing he could do to help, so I told him to just keep enjoying himself down there. Mike got home late Saturday evening, and Kathy headed out of town the following afternoon. I tell ya, it was a long week, but it was still nice to have Kathy around. Thanks so much for making the sacrifice, Kathy.
Daddy didn’t come home empty-handed. He brought the girls some funky nail polish. They were thrilled to get their nails painted even though the colors weren’t their typical favorite hues of pink and purple.
Even Lucy got in on the fun.
