Help, I’ve fallen and I can’t get up.
Some days I have my shit together.
Then the universe reminds me to simmer down with that and sends me a nudge. And that vixen nudged me good at the dog park.
With my husband & daughter out of town, I had triple duty to manage our household. One being to make sure our super hyper pre-teen dog (yes, I truly believe dogs have a pre-teen age because it mirrors my 11 year old’s hormonal vibe.) went out to the dog park to get that energy out.
I sat on the bench, watching my crazy mutt chase cars along the fence line, sent photos to husband showing him that I could indeed get out of the house in the daylight when I’m by myself. I have the park all to myself. (Nice, because I think back to the day before where I ran into my kids soccer buddies and my one bra strap decided to unstrap and make it awkward for a 41 year old me and a couple of 12 year old kids as I struggled to tie it to anything on my body so my right boob wouldn’t touch my knee)
Time to blow this pop stand
Satisfied with my dogs tally mark of 100 gazillion cars “caught” it was time to leave. Plus I was tired of swatting love bugs who wanted to mate all over me. (Shudder, seriously, so many love bug babies were conceived during my dog park visit)
We stroll to the gate and out of nowhere, I find myself going down. Not just to my knees, but ALL.THE.WAY down to my face. Somehow, I missed a hole some dog had dug. Well played universe. Well played.
My exhausted dog assumes I choose that moment to nap and looks at me like “WTF, I need my AC, let’s go”. She is completely oblivious that I’ve fallen and can’t get up. She does not come to lick my face, nose my body searching for injury and she does not howl 911 like you see on television that dogs do to save their human.
Being a military spouse, we do not live by family. It is just me. And I panic for a little bit as I got myself up in a sitting position. My left ankle has communicated to my brain that it’s out, gone on vacation, good luck getting to the car. (F**ker).That time the universe reminded me to chill. #FML Click To Tweet
My dog…well, she’s still facing the gate to exit still. She could give two shits her food feeder is down. And remember, I was by myself at the dog park. That had it’s pros & cons clearly. I debate on sleeping in my fallen position for a hot second, and realize that things come creeping in the night and manage myself back to my car. Painfully manage myself back to the car, I will note.
Car is on, I’m huffing like I just ran a marathon. The dog is making out with the air conditioner and side eying me like I was trying to keep her from cold air with my moment of stupidity.
I get home, and text my group of girls that have become my family away from home. Within an hour, one was at my house wrapping my ankle, another shared a bottle of wine and the last of our gang showed up to bring humor and conversation. My second big glass in, I felt relieved and grateful I had a tribe that cared enough to listen and come make fun of me.
I guess the universe wasn’t such a bitch after all.
Linking up to these great parties!
Aloha, I’m Selena, The Rambler of My Rambling Thoughts. A storyteller, wife & mother just trying to make it to the next day by hunting for the funny to stay sane! I inhale coffee to keep my brain functioning. I occasionally binge on Netflix. I beg my dog to just leave the toilet paper alone for one second when I’m using the potty, and I pray to all that is holy I can get through a homework session without breaking Google for whatever is making my child smarter for her future. And I humorously navigate my new life as a military spouse without embarrassing my husband wherever the Army sends us. Did I forget anything?