I know I’ve been whining about my immobility a lot lately, but honestly I wasn’t doing too bad with it until this…
I cannot tell you how mad I am that I can’t be out there doing that right now!
I’ve sat and figured and wracked my brain, but I just can’t come up with any kind of scheme that would enable me to get out there.
See, I thought that maybe if I had Brian carry me out there and put me on the sled, and covered my foot with a plastic bag, that maybe I could pull off a few trips down the hill out back.
But then there’s the problem of getting me back up the hill. And while laying here and not having an appetite from the pain meds has enabled me to shed a few pounds, I’m still not waif-like enough for him to be able to get me back up the hill safely.
So here I lie. On my couch of misery. While the rest of the town is sledding!
I almost shed a tear as my girls bundled up and left me here to rot. I was all like “Hey guys! Wait up! You can’t go without your mama. You just can’t! Wait up, guys! Wait! Guys?”
No! Please! You wouldn’t dare! Not snow angels! Without your mama?!
They look pretty guilt-ridden, don’t they?