When I woke up, I knew something was amiss…
You see, the start of my day is pretty much the same, regardless of what is going on. I wake up, remind Jerrett that video gaming in the AM, in your underwear, before mandatory chores are done is not allowed. Plus, I have to remind him that, at his age, he shouldn’t be running around the house in his drawers anyway. I don’t really understand it - when we had some friends staying here for a few months, he was fantastic about getting dressed before he left his room…but now, he’s reverted back to running around in his drawers all day…its really frustrating.
Anyway - so, this morning, I got up, bright eyed and bushy tailed and headed for the coffee maker. Much to my surprise, Jerrett was sitting at the kitchen table eating cereal fully clothed. After about a minute of me going through the motions of coffee prep, he says to me, “Mom, I went ahead and took my meds when I got up” then starts to name them, along with the count, just to make sure he got it right.
At this point, I’m a little spooked - but I trek on.
Coffee is brewing, Jerrett is eating and I’m checking email/random sites for daily info. Then I hear it. The sink. It’s on. He’s washing out his bowl.
That’s when I knew it’d happened!
He was washing out his bowl. He never washes out his bowl! Not only that, he was dressed, he’d taken his meds and was ready to face the day.
At this point, I’m wondering if I should check his temp or something - but I’m worried my concern might snap him out of whatever blissful condition that might be impacting him, so I don’t.
Trying to ignore everything that’s going on, rather than make a big deal out of it - I start working on a project that’s due by Friday (by the way, I am spot on for my deadline AND under budget!). I’m not really paying attention to what’s going on - I only notice that I don’t hear random gun fighting coming from the Media room, which would indicate that there is no gaming going on - a rarity in these parts really.
My concern overwhelms me and I get up to investigate. What I find is…shocking.
He’s cleaned his room. Not cleaned AT it. Not stuffed stuff under his bed. Not shoved everything in his closet. He’s actually *cleaned* his room! He even picked up the tiny Lego gear shifters, which usually end up in my vacuum collection bin. There isn’t a sign of the paper he uses to draw random stuff anywhere. All of the books: on the book shelf.
Aside from a refusal to correctly hang is shirts when laundered, the room is immaculate. It couldn’t be cleaner if I’d done it.
This is gonna be a weird day…it’s not even noon yet!
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LOL my friend - There is shoe that’s about to drop somewhere. Let’s just hope it’s not on your head… The meds and dressed could be a fluke but a clean room??? Never!! Hmmm What could he want?
Oh, the other shoe fell alright - and landed RIGHT on my broken knee.
After spending the morning wondering around trying to figure out what to do with myself, because my whole ‘routine’ had be thrown off kilter, I decided to sit on the back porch and enjoy a nice iced coffee while reading my book…(not a very good book I guess, I can’t get into it…)
I’m sitting there…minding my own business - reading, drinking, basking in the sun when I hear a POP and the pain that followed was so excruciating that I fell to the ground from my chair and started to throw up…
I ‘hyper extended’ my knee by sitting with my feet up on the foot stool while reading…
It. Bent. Backwards.
Not all the way - just a little - but it really doesn’t take ALL that much to make the pain so bad you puke. This was something I learned yesterday.
Anyway, the boys, they were inside, playing XBox 360 and couldn’t hear me screaming at them…so the neighbor (who I had never met) came over from his back yard and opened the back door and said, “Your wife is out here laying in her own puke and crying, I can’t understand her”
ROFL
I bet he thinks I’m a drunk!
Anyway, all day in bed…today, I am wearing my immobilizer, just like I am supposed to every day (but don’t) and this afternoon - I get to go be yelled at by my Orthopedist.
Crutches = The suck
So yes, I knew something was amiss yesterday when my morning went so well. Something was amiss indeed.
I. Can. Make it. Till. November. Repeat my mantra.
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