Slip Slidin' Away

Last day with my little round friends, Mr. and Mrs. Percocets. For those of you just tuning in (and because I haven't written about it), I took a nasty little spill off my giant horse directly onto the comforting blackface of asphalt, on my butt. My butt, which wasn't doing too good a job at cushioning me on the horse anyway these days, since in my old age it is slowly slipping down onto my legs, and so when landing on hard STREET, my butt gathered itself mightily to help, but the ground won.

Anyway, was trying to do too much. Trying to keep my riding schedule with the kids at home for summer, trying to sneak out to catch that hour of relaxation so I could be a good mom the rest of the day. You can't jam everything in. I know now that in summer, you quit whatever it is you thought you were doing, or achieving as a Person with Kids in School, and you become a lazy summer mom, make lemonade, watch Price is Right, stop DOING. Enjoy. It's only two months. So now I will be doing that, with this giant sore ass. I recommend doing it BEFORE getting the sore ass. Live and learn.

Ending that ride at the ER being wheeled to xray on a hospital gurney (that's such a fun word), I was looking at myself in the reflection of the metal bar that pops up and holds you onto the bed as we were wheeling past other unfortunate hospital buddies, and I thought this is the saddest way to spend time.

But then the Percocets came to stay, and Barry and I got some time to sit together in the quiet hospital and talk (he sat, I reclined to one butt-free side), and it was actually the most peaceful Friday I've had in awhile.

Slow down, Moms. It's all gonna be allright.

ps. I hobbled outside to let my horse run around in the neighbor's arena, to let him get some much needed exercise, and when I let him go, he didn't go anywhere. He just moved right next to me, like almost in my shoes, and looked at me with big brown eyes. "Dude. I'm so sorry," he said, with trembling lip.