Sunday, 6 November 2011

One-armed tedium

Never again will I moan about the tediousness of household chores. Hoovering, sweeping, making a cup of tea, hanging washing out, and clearing away toys, with one hand, and a coccyx so excrutiatingly painful and bruised that you can't bend, let alone sit down, gives a whole new meaning to 'tedious'.

I fell backwards on Thursday afternoon, landed on my wrist awkwardly, heard and felt the bone snap cleanly in two, momentarily passed out, and then as calmly as I could muster I yelled at Betty to go and get her dad.  Tom later told me that as he was being led through the house by a panic stricken Betty, he imagined seeing our car in the ravine at the bottom of our driveway (again). 

So with my wrist in a bright purple plaster (for my kids' benefit, you understand) for the next six weeks, I am not able to do certain things, namely driving, washing up, and changing a dirty nappy. If Tom is going to work uninterrupted, Dolly will really need to buck her ideas up and start taking the potty training malarky a bit more seriously. 

Dolly will also need to stop thinking that it is funny to use my cast as a drum, and stop telling me that she has filled her nappy the moment that Tom steps out of the house, sending me into a frenzy, when in fact the nappy is clean. 

Earlier today Betty, who has been dressing herself for the last three years, asked me if I would get her dressed; I told her that I couldn't and that she had to do it herself.  This came just after I had asked her to clear up all the bits of cut up paper, sellotape and beads she had left on the sitting room floor.

Betty retorted with: 'I cannot be the mummy round here, just because you have done that to your arm'.

12 comments:

Sandy Calico said...

Ouch! Get well soon x

Elsie Button said...

thank you! x

nappy valley girl said...

Bad luck! Sounds painful. (Still, my two could do with a darn good reason to have to learn to dress themselves.....)

Nora said...

Oh, poor you! What bad luck. Do you think you can talk Betty into changing Dolly's nappies? Or would that really be pushing your luck? I suppose it is time to potty train. Do you have those pull on nappies? It's too bad that mothers aren't supposed to be disabled. There are no provisions for it really, are there? XOX

Potty Mummy said...

Little darlings... (Get well soon Elsie!)

Vera said...

Hope your arm gets better soon. Hope you manage to stay on top of yourself. Hope you have the energy to keep finding the funny side. Sending you blessings of love and light, and thank you for a lovely blog read even though your arm is not well at the moment.

Pomona said...

Oh you poor thing - good luck over the next few weeks. I am impressed that you can type at length one-handed - I am sure such talent will get you through the grief. A hug (not too tight because of the injuries) is on its way.

Pomona x

Anonymous said...

HI, Hope you feel ok, it must have been such a shock to hurt yourself like that, thank goodness your husband was home at the time.!
sadie x

Emma @mummymummymum said...

Oh dear, poor Betty and poor you. I hope the 6 weeks go fast. xx

Elsie Button said...

thank you everyone! yes, i am getting quite fast at one finger typing, and mostly (tho not always) seeing the funny side :)
xx

Muminator said...

Aww sorry to hear! Hope you feel better soon x

AliBlahBlah said...

Ouch! I'm so sorry!! Hope it wasn't your dominant hand. I broke my clavicle a few years ago and our marriage was severely strained by me having to ask my husband to put my hair in a ponytail every morning!

Wishing a speedy recovery.