When it doesn’t rain it pours.
Have you ever been at that point in your life, whereby things just start happening one after the other?
You are left wondering just what you did in a past life to deserve it all?
I’m starting to wonder what on earth is next.
In my last post I made a big hoo ha about how happy I was to be back in the blogosphere, after an extended break.
I was starting a new job. The girls were all in a really good places and happy with their lives…. albeit with a little HSC stress thrown in and the occasional drama.
Life was pretty good.
Then a spanner was thrown in the works… again.
Just goes to show you can’t have everything all at once
2 weeks ago at my work farewell, I made the misguided decision to relive my youth and go clubbing at my old 20’s local haunt.
After a few wines and maybe a couple of shots, one would have thought my dancing skills would improve… but alas no.
After a few twirls and spins and getting “jiggy” with what I thought was some pretty fantastic moves. I fell flat on my arse.
My wrist and dignity unfortunately took the brunt of the fall.
I knew as soon as I fell that I had done something pretty major. The weird shape of my left wrist was also a pretty clear indicator. What was initially a fun night with some great friends turned into a visit to the local Emergency Department.
An X Ray later and a “wow” from my doctor (I’m sorry but you never want your doctor to utter “wow”, while he’s looking at your X Ray) It turned out my wrist was broken in three places and I needed surgery ASAP.
Fast forward to the next morning, I came out of theatre with brand new bionic arm, which now enabled me with superpowers and granted me immediate entry into the “Avengers”…… Iron Man finally had a run for his money.
I came out with a plate and screws inserted into my wrist, which will ensure that I set off every metal detector every time I travel. Apparently I now need a letter from my doctor before I can travel on a plane again…
Feeling sorry for myself
Sporting a new wrist split for the next 6 weeks and a driving restriction for the next 4, this is going to prove to be a very challenging time for our family. At the moment I can’t really cook or clean properly. Mum’s taxi is well and truly “out of service”. The girls are finally starting to realise that things just don’t magically happen in this house.
There really isn’t a little cleaning fairy.
To be honest they have been really good. Despite my 18 year old being smack bang in the middle of HSC trials all the girls have been taking it in turns cooking and have been OK at cleaning up after themselves. Yes that’s a work in progress.
My two oldest have their licenses so it’s been their turn to play taxi.
This has forced them all to look after me for a change.
My Mum has also been a godsend, especially in the immediate days following. She stayed with me in the hospital, helped around the house, made school lunches and dinners and looked after all of us. I love and appreciate her to bits.
It has also been terribly frustrating. I don’t make a good patient. I hate being a burden. I kind of like to do things my way, so this is also teaching me a valuable lesson in patience. Forcing me to let other people do things for me, a thing I really struggle with.
Is this what it means to have a reputation?
I have also made a reputation for myself with my 18 year old telling me that my fall, while dancing my arse off at the “Old Pub”, has made waves within her social circle. She has encountered a few comments of “was that your Mum”? “I can’t believe that was your Mum”! “Your Mum is a legend!!”. I on the other hand have never been more embarrassed.
Maybe this is life’s way of telling me that I’m not as young as I used to be and no 46 year old mother of 4 should be clubbing at their daughters local haunts.
Maybe the universe is telling me that even though one part of my life has taken a turn for the better, don’t get too excited just yet because I haven’t finished throwing shit at you.
Maybe this is life’s way of telling me to slow down and look after me for a change and if you can’t do that I will give you a little helping hand.
Maybe I’m allowed to be happy in a few aspects of my life but in no way is the universe going to allow me to be happy in all areas of it, at the one time. At least not yet.
Whatever the reason, I’ll just keep plodding along, go to work every day in a job that I’m finally enjoying and know that one day I’m sure everything will fall into place….
I just wish it would hurry up.