Some days are harder than others, some days youjust aren’t feeling it in general. You know everybody has them; days were you need a break, some alone time, a shake in the routine, etc. Pre accident I would have taken a ride, maybe worked on some music, did a home project, anything to get my mind off what ever or just pull me out the rut. Already feeling some kind of way, then add the frustration of feeling trapped like you have no out because your outlets have been shut off by your injury is a bit much.
Oh well life goes on… Later in the day I attempt to watch the boys so Yas can try to take a nap (this rarely works). I can handle Jaxon, my 4 year old, for the most part but Brody (16 months) that’s a different story. I’m trying to figure out how to describe what this is like. Hmmm, maybe imagine yourself sitting in a rolling office chair with your arms tied to the armrest. Now imagine you are watching your 16 month old baby, and he falls down and he is crying, what do you do? Have you ever had to sit there and watch a baby cry? It’s heart breaking. Now imagine your baby needs a diaper change, what do you do? I never thought I’d be wishing I could change a poopy diaper. Needless to say, I can only watch Brody for a short time by myself. At some point yesterday, I found myself stuck bent over trying to explain to Jaxon how to put my chair in tilt mode so I could sit up. I had fell over trying to help Brody. Unsuccessful, Yas had to get up and help us all. As you can guess this failed attempt didn’t improve my day.