No shame in my game

Anyone who knows me and knows me well, also knows I have no shame. I love to have fun, I’m perfectly fine with making fun of myself, and I feel life is better when you’re laughing. Well, I don’t know if you’ve ever been injured before, but there’s a lot to laugh about. 

I mean, I drive a scooter around my halls. I go fast, too, boy! The first day I had it, I had to put a bicycle horn on it and put my stuffed unicorn in the basket and let everyone know I was there. 

See what I mean? No shame. But last week topped it all. I put it on my Facebook status that night, but I’m not sure that I can do this day justice in a short little paragraph. It could have been one of the most comical days, while at the time, I am pretty sure all I could manage were a lot of four letter words. 

The day started off wrong. I had taken off the day before for a lot of swelling. I hate this cast more than anything and I can’t sleep at night. Ever tried to sleep on your back with you foot elevated when you are a side sleeper. It’s pure torture. I don’t sleep. So of course, I didn’t have my alarm set. I just happened to wake up at 7:06… yeah. I have to be at work by 7:35. Somehow, I managed to get ready and the kids and we flew out the door. I walked in the building at 7:35… right on time. 

I ride my scooter everywhere at work. It’s so much easier than the crutches. So as I went down the main hall to my room, my pants that were just like the ones in the picture above got caught on the wheel and I felt myself flipping over. I can down hard on my right knee and tried to pop back up. I’m not gonna lie… I teared up cause it hurt like a SOB. I had a floor burn just like I used to get in basketball. I don’t get embarrassed. I mean, there were at least a dozen people in the hall. Everyone was so concerned but I popped right up like Mary Katherine Gallagher and went on my way. 

It wasn’t until my planning period I had to go to the restroom. Our teacher’s restrooms are kinda small. My scooter will fit, but I can barely close the door and then I can’t get around so I just leave it at the door and hop to the toilet. When I was finished doing my business, I went to hold on to the sink so I could hop over and wash my hands. As I grabbed the sides of the sink to hop over, it suddenly felt extremely heavy. It was heavy because the stupid thing came off the wall and I was holding it in my hands! 

Now, let’s stop and paint a mental image here… I’m balancing myself on my left foot, holding onto a sink. If I let go, it will break and water will be everywhere. I can’t yell for help because I’m in the bathroom and of course, I locked the door. I can’t unlock the door because I’m holding a freaking sink… on one foot with no crutches! Can you see it in your head? Yeah, told ya I have no shame. 

So, I try to put it back on the brackets on the wall. Luckily, I am successful and I think everything is fine, but I was getting the hell out of there before I did anymore damage. So I unlock the door and get back on my scooter. I had to stop and tell my colleagues about my insane bathroom eacapade on the way because let be real… who doesn’t want to hear that story? 

It wasn’t until an hour later I was told the sink leaked all over one of my colleagues feet and is now covered with a plastic bag cause they had to call a plumber. 

I was telling my coworkers at lunch about my horrible day. I was so frustrated with all the craziness going on. So as I am trying to make a point, I slam my hand down on the oven beside me while I microwaved my lunch. Apparently, crossfit has paid off and I am now the Incredible Hulk because a piece of metal then came off the oven. Well, hell. I give up. 

But wait! It’s not over. The day wouldn’t be complete without flipping my scooter one last time on the way to recess. I mean, the exact same thing with my class walking behind me! Seriously. You can’t make this stuff up. 

I do stupid stuff all the time. Don’t get me wrong, I am super efficient on my one leg, but I have fallen so many times. I’ve ran into things on my scooter, you name it. You have to laugh. It’s the only way to stay sane. And come on… it makes for a great story! 

Don’t blink.

Seriously, don’t do it. You’ll miss everything. I remember when I was little and I would hear adults talk about how time flies and it would be Christmas before you know it! I also remember thinking they were crazy because it felt like forever. 

Now, I’m 36 with three kids and I get it. I understand what they meant. Time does fly and you can’t blink because before you know it, 15 years have gone by and your oldest child is going to prom. 

I never cared when my kids went to kindergarten. Frankly, I wanted to punch all the moms that cried when they dropped their kids off. Sorry, if you were one of them, but while you were crying, I was in the corner doing a happy dance cause I just made an extra $500 a month not having to pay for childcare! 

Where does time go?

Yeah, I’m that mom. When they went to middle school… no big deal. I actually enjoy watching every single stage of their personalities as they become older. It wasn’t until this year that my emotional side kicked in. Freshman. High school. Varsity. ACT. Prom. 

Those are scary words to me. Not because I worry about him. He’s a super, awesome kid. I’m sure he’ll make mistakes along the way. God knows I did. More than I’d like to count. It’s none of that though that causes me to get emotional. It’s the word, four. 

Why, four? That’s how many years I had left at the beginning of his freshman year. So this weekend, when I helped him get his tux on for prom, a series of thoughts and floods of emotions ran through my head. I was standing there helping him put on his tux and I realized, it wasn’t the word four that scared me now… it was three. His freshman year has almost come to an end. And here I was, helping him get ready for his first prom. 

In less than a year, I’ll be teaching him how to drive. We’ve already started that process some and you want to talk about scary! I may have crapped my pants when he asked me which pedal was the gas and which was the brake. 

Three years. Where did the last fifteen go? We had him young. I was 21 and my hisband 22. We were both still in college and he was the last thing we planned on. However, he was the best thing that ever happened to both of us. But here we were… fifteen years later… and all I could think about was the number three. 

I can’t imagine our house without him. I don’t want to! I think about every single memory and gosh, there are so many good ones. And boy, do I feel for my friends that are graduating their fist child this year. Why does time have to go by so fast? 

It was later Saturday night as he was at prom that I looked at this picture of me putting on his boutoneer. I kept thinking as I looked at this picture, someday, I would be doing this again before he marries the love of his life. I don’t EVEN want to imagine that. I always jokingly told my boys they didn’t ever need a girlfriend because they were drama and all they needed was me. I’m like the mama on Waterboy… “mama said girls are the devil.”

It’s just all too much. So why write all this? Here’s my piece of advice to you young mamas. Don’t blink. Don’t take one minute or one second for granted because you don’t get this precious time back. You don’t get do overs. You don’t have a time machine. We sacrifice so much for our kids. The amount of time and money I’ve spent on my kids is probably astounding. However, when they are gone… I’ll have all the time in the world. Time that I’ll probably wish I still had with them at home. I want to make sure that in the next three years, when he takes off for college, he knows how much I loved him and how lucky I am to be his mom. 

Photo by Christy Lee Photography

Not for the squeamish

Today I had my two week post-op appointment. Let me just start by saying I’m a really big nerd and the weeks of watching Grey’s Anatomy has me convinced I should have been a surgeon. So let’s talk about what I expected when I went. I expected an incision that went up and down my tendon. I was expecting to be all swollen around my  foot and ankle. I was expecting blood and lots of stitches. 

Not. At. All. My incision is awesome! It’s tiny and lateral across my tendon. I only had three stitches if that tells you how small the incision is. I was amazed. Of course I had to take a pic so if your squeamish, you might keep scrolling. 

Isn’t that awesome? The best part is because it’s so small it makes the wound healing process a lot faster. Not much swelling at all either! That made for a great visit!

He did talk to me a lot about what to expect in this whole process. First, he said he wanted to cast my foot because he had more control over my foot position and the wound would heal better. When you have a repaired achilles’, your foot has to be positioned with toes down. This is to keep the tendon from being pulled while healing. I will wear this nice, pretty red cast for three weeks. 

After that, I move into a boot. I will have wedges in my boot keeping my foot pointed downward and gradually decrease the height of those until I am neutral. He told me the 6-12 week period was the most critical time for most patients. He said after the 6 weeks, I would begin the physical therapy to start rehabilitating the tendon. 

Here’s where the heart sinks… how long until I’m fully recovered… back to 100%? A year. Yeah… you read that correctly. It’s amazing though… three weeks ago I would have cried. I would have felt bad and been so defeated. And while it still sucks, I’m okay with it. It is what it is. I just want to heal and I’m not going to rush anything that could cause a setback. 

This is a long recovery… but I’ve been blessed to find others who have had the same injury and a support group that has been a wonderful resource. My family has been amazing… my poor husband has had to drive all over kingdom come and is never home… I mean just this week he has been to Indiana three times and Cincinatti twice! Gotta love AAU season. My kids have been great about helping out with housework. My dad is taking me places all the time since my husband’s on basketball duty… I couldn’t ask for better friends and family through this whole process. Things like this really make you realize who is important in your life and who will always be there when you need them. 

A little drama and a whole lotta tears

I had my first meltdown last night. This entire time, I’ve managed to stay really positive and haven’t shed a single tear. That all changed last night. 

I’m independent to a fault. A lot of people would tell you being independent is a good thing… and it is. I can do anything I set my mind to, but it’s also a fault. I can’t stand to be told what to do. I hate having the help of others. I also hate when I can’t do what I want or go where I want. 

Yesterday was my first full day back in the classroom and it was hard! I had bruises on my hands and arms, my left leg and arms felt like they’d been through the worst workout you could imagine, and my foot was hurting more than usual. I was physically and mentally drained so I ran a bath, washed my hair, and then got ready for bed.

I walked into my bedroom and looked at my bed. There was a pile of clothes that I had folded sitting there waiting to be put into drawers. I immediately started sorting them into piles to put into drawers and as I did, I started thinking about how I was going to have to carry these to the bathroom, to my closet, and open and close drawers. Doesn’t sound like much, but when you can’t carry things and walk at the same time… it becomes a chore. I stopped sorting for a second and just stood there looking st them. The next thing I knew, I was ugly crying. 

Not sure what an ugly cry is…  check out the definition from Urban Dictionary: 

That was me… red-faced, snot running down, ugly cry. And why? Because I don’t want to put up my clothes and had a moment of weakness. Truth be told, I’d had a pretty crappy day and if I’m totally honest, I’m starting to get super nervous about surgery and recovery. I hear it’s super painful and I’m not looking forward to it. 

But it made me stop and think. I don’t have to put these clothes up right now. It can wait… and it’s okay if I let people help me. It doesn’t make me less of a mom, a teacher, or independent woman. That’s the fault of being independent again. I feel like I have to do it all, but I don’t. No one is going to think less of me for that and if they do, I probably don’t need them in my life to begin with. 

I’m sure this is my first of many meltdowns and while I saw it as a moment of weakness, it ended up becoming a moment of strength. It takes someone strong to admit they need help and can’t do it all. Those are the people who see not only their own value, but the value of others and their role in their life. 

So here’s me saying I can’t do it all now. I have an injury that is going to keep me from doing things I want to do, go places I want to go, and experience things I want to experience… but not for long. That I will make sure of. 💪🏼

PS… I didn’t put up the clothes. I threw that crap on the floor! 

Alright already… What’s the deal with unicorns?

I admit that the whole unicorn thing started as a joke between a friend and me. I referred to myself as a unicorn in a sarcastic manner when they said something ridiculous. I have a little sarcasm in me and I’m sure you’ll see it often if you keep reading my blog. 

One day a few months ago, I was scrolling through Pinterest and this graphic popped up as “Picked for You.” 

I love Princess Sassy Pants!

I immediately saved it and this is when I sort of embraced the unicorn. I’m an optimistic, happy person. I fully believe that you need to live life to the fullest and make every minute count. At the time when I found this graphic, I couldn’t help but feel connected to all of the “lessons” on it. 

I believe in being unique. There’s more depth to those “weird,” “crazy,” “unique” people that have their own identity than those that just follow the crowd. They are comfortable with who they are. A unicorn is different… it has stands out among the ponies. 

I believe that anything is possible. We are often our own limitations… we don’t believe in ourselves or believe that we can change our futures, our outcomes, our lives. We settle… a unicorn would never settle. 

There’s magic inside all of us. I see it everyday. I see magic in my students that I teach. These kids can do amazing things and have amazing thoughts and ideas at only 10. They believe that anything is possible. I see magic in my own kids. They are awesome in all aspects of life… they are funny, athletic, intelligent, kind… I wish I could could do the things they can when I was their age. I see magic in my co-workers. Holy cow… you will never find harder, more dedicated people than teachers. They are unbelievable. I see magic in my family and friends. They are always giving to others, making time for one another, showing their love and friendship in so many different ways. I see magic at crossfit when people do things they have worked so hard for and never thought they could do. That’s magic… that’s a unicorn. 

And sometimes, it feels like everyone is against you and no one believes in you. You feel alone, you feel defeated, and you feel like you can’t trust anyone, but it doesn’t kill you. It doesn’t defeat you. It doesn’t become you because you refuse to let it.  That’s a unicorn. 

So, embrace your inner unicorn. Be the one that stands out in the crowd, the one that doesn’t depend on others for your happiness. Instead, be the one that brings yourself and everyone around you happiness through a smile, a laugh, a praise, a compliment, or just a positive vibe that people around you can feed from. Believe that there is something big out there for you, someone you are meant to be with, people who will encourage you to fulfill your goals and chase your dreams, something purposeful that will bring meaning to your life. 

That is a unicorn and that’s what I choose to be. 

My unicorn, Rarity, was a gift from a co-worker that knew how to brighten my day.