Okay, that’s not what I meant

When I said that things were going to change I didn’t mean the next day.  I have had countless humbling experiences in my life but breaking my foot is in the top, oh, 100 and moving up the charts fast.  A loose sandal strap, an overabundance of enthusiasm at seeing an old friend, and a menacing threshold, and in an instant I am imprisoned in my house full of stairs (how have I not noticed this?) and faced with the prospect of being burden to friends and family for untold weeks.  There’s nothing like going up and down stairs on your butt to give you a little perspective, unless it’s sitting on a plastic stool in the shower with your trash bad-clad leg sticking outside of the curtain and then realizing the soap is above and  behind you.  Naturally, the stereo is up too loud to hope that a call for assistance would be answered but I’m too proud to let anyone see me in such a ridiculous posture anyway.  Humbling, indeed.

But I am doggedly determined to see the silver lining (but let the record show there is no such thing as a silver lining of any kind at 6am if there are crutches involved) and thus far there are a few notable glimmers.  First, our autistic son is the most empathetic and least likely to engage in emotional blackmail while doing things for me – and every time he passes by, he solicitously taps my big toe and smiles at me.  The others, while helpful to a point, roll their eyes and and ask for take-out pizza at every opportunity.  I have already collapsed in tears once, declaring that I have raised a passel of self-centered prima donnas, but then again that is the definition of adolescence, pretty much.  And just when I think they are doomed to a life lived with the House of Pizza on speed dial, they ask me to guide them through the process of cooking eggs for an after school snack, after which the kitchen still looks clean.  So, even though I hate the sound of it, I have a feeling we are all in for a lot of teachable moments.

And, one more beam cuts through the fog – now I have no excuse for not writing.

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