Word of the Week: Broken

Monday started early, very early. 4am early. Not for L but for me. Yawn. L woke at 5 because of her teeth and she was still exhausted. Luckily J was able to get her back to sleep. I decided to grab Monday by the horns and while L slept in I baked a cake and put dinner in the slow cooker. Then during breakfast I made flapjacks. 

We played and L had her usual 9am nap which she extended till 10.30. We were looking at the lovely weather and I decided I would do some gardening during the lunch time nap and take L out to the park in the afternoon. It was a day during which I just had to keep moving.

And then once L had had lunch and was down napping I was rushing to get into the sun, rushing to get into the garden and carry on tidying it up. 

BANG

Toe against wall. Ouch. The air was quietly, because L was asleep, blue. Damn. But I thought nothing of it and hobbled out to the garden and proceeded to break the key in the shed padlock. I carried on hopping around the garden tidying pots and sweeping patio. An hour later L was stirring and my toe was really sore. Taking off my wellies was painful. Removing my sock revealed a rapidly swelling toe. 

Elevate, ice and buddy splinting was the advice from NHS Direct. I knew that nothing else would be done for a little toe, even a broken one. By the evening I couldn't put weight on it. It was double is normal size. And the next day revealed a tie which was blue, purple and incredibly tender.

This Monday moment has then been the theme of the week, broken. We haven't done anything, other than our NCT Ladies and Babies lunch to which I slowly hobbled just so I could get out of the house. We missed play group, singing, soccer tots and the library books are just racking up overdue fees. It's been low and slow. It's sapped energy and made me think too much. 

It's all been a bit broken, but, things are only broken for so long. The toe is recovering, and we will be back to normal service soon.