Me and my Boot

Two weeks and four days after my ankle injury...I CAN WALK.  Okay...let me back up and tell you how I got here.  One week after my fall, I saw my family doctor and he put me in a walking boot.  I felt like I could do anything in that boot.  I could walk without crutches.  And, btw...walking in crutches is no joke!  It's so hard when you have legos, and barbies, and crayons, and shoes scattered all over the house.  Mami can not have crutches...One evening Marcus left w the kids to visit his mom so I could rest. Well, I got up, hobbled on my crutches to the kitchen and made a bowl of frosted flakes and then realized "uh, how am I gonna hold my crutches and my bowl of cereal and make it back to my room???"  So I ate it standing up at the kitchen counter....Boo!  Anyway...so with the walking boot I have free hands.  And I can drive my pickup because it's a standard transmission.  So, me, the busy body, took off.  I was running errands, chasing (limping) after kids, and doing my normal routine.  And in the evenings my foot would swell.  So my running around lasted for about...two days.  I had to rest.  And now, fast forward to today.  I can bear weight. Bruising for the most part is gone.  And the swelling is minimal. I can now see the bones in my foot. As to where a week ago...my ankle joint was buried somewhere underneath the swollen tissue.  So...PRAISE THE LORD.  I am almost normal.  I can't wait to run.  I can't wait to wear a shoe on my left foot.  I can't wait to kick a ball.  Or wear some sexy heels.  (hey, I am a girl) My recovery is coming along nicely. 

Oh and another new piece of info....I think I got a part-time job!  I say "I think"  because I interviewed and the manager and I hit it off great. She gave me all the 'criminal background' paperwork and then said, "well, I have to wait for this to come back, then we'll look at getting you on the schedule."  HUH?  Is that the same as, 'welcome to our team!'  Idk.  But I'm claiming it as mine.  So soon I'll be a part-time employee...doing what I already do, and getting paid to do it!  Sweet.  I'll exaggerate more...when I know for sure that I'm actually employed.  Heehee. 

Kids going wild in my house tonight.  Husband playing Wii.  Mami in a walking boot.  Guess who moves faster? 

:)

Complain Wisely

I should be more careful when I complain. God hears me when I complain. My biggest complaint as a stay-at-home-mom is "I am so tired." And sometimes "No one helps me w anything!" I have learned a hard lesson....be careful what you complain about.  Usually you hear "be careful what you wish for..."  Well, this time it's be careful what you complain about.  ;)

Last Friday was a great day...up until 8:35pm.  I took the kids to their summer activities, picked them up and then we went to the water park for the afternoon. After work Marcus joined us and we shut the place down. The evening was so warm and the water felt great. The kids and I spent over 4 hours outside in the water. It was great.  Afterwards we decided to go grab some pizzas...we were all starving.  I called in the order...and I went inside to get our food.  When I got out of the truck I noticed the curb and the storm drain...I had to jump from the truck to the curb to avoid the gutter.  Coming back out I was holding 3 pizza boxes, my wallet, and a 2 liter...and I opened the truck door.  It happened so fast....I stepped off the curb w my left foot and I completely missed the running board on the truck. My foot came down to the pavement and rolled...I landed on my ankle and heard a crunch.  Felt like my foot was being ripped from my leg. I looked up and Marcus just stared at me and asked "Are you okay?"  But he was kinda laughing...cause I am known to be super clumsy sometimes.  I don't know how I ever played sports.  I can walk into furniture...with the lights ON. He asked me again "Are you okay?" All I could manage to say, after a few profanities, was "OMG, my ankle."  Then the tears came.  He knew I was hurt when he saw the tears...and heard the sobs.  I couldn't help it. It hurt so bad. I could hear Daniel, my 15 yr old..."Mom, are you alright?" There was mild hysteria in his voice, but he was trying to remain calm.  Marcus came around and took one look at my foot and shook his head.  "I don't think you're running tomorrow Baby."  More tears.  More sobs. And I started to shake.  He just held my crushed, little foot in his hands and said "let me get you home...don't look at it."  We drove off and I got a good look at my foot.  The entire left side of my ankle was swollen, like a goose egg.  I felt so many emotions...and so much pain.  Now, I gave birth to 4 babies...3 of which did not involve any pain meds. But this pain was different...and there was no precious baby as my reward.  I cried the entire way home.  Marcus carried me inside and propped me on the couch w an ice pack.  After an hour, I was still swelling and the pain wasn't getting better. I finally broke down and told him to take me to the ER.  We got to the ER and the doctor took one look at my foot and said "I think it's broken."  All I could think was "OMG...I have to run."  X-Rays showed NO fracture, but the doctor said we would treat it like a fracture.  Which means no walking, no weight bearing, no RUNNING...for weeks...maybe months.  I cried when he said that.  He explained "you look athletic, you will heal faster...but absolutely no activity on this foot."  Dang it.

So...here I am.  In bed.  Foot fat and swollen.  And my toes look like little sausages.  I have it propped up on several pillows and this STINKS!!  Ugh. Bed rest is for the birds man!  I hate this.  So...that brings me to my very first statement...be careful what you complain about. Because now...I can't do a darn thing for myself. I can't walk, can't cook, can't drive, can't do a thing for myself.  Marcus had to help me shower...thank goodness I can use the potty by myself.

I think God has a sense of humor cause I am always so busy. I am never home and this way...I am forced to let others help and I am confined to my home.  Which is okay, I need to slow down.  But really???  NO running for months??  I refuse to accept that.  I will be back on the trails in 2 months.  Mark my words.  August 17th is my goal....I will be running.  Maybe not 8 miles right away...but I will be running. 

This morning I could wiggle my toes and this evening I could rotate my entire ankle.  So...YAY! 

I will be back...and I will be more careful when I complain.  :)

Summer is here...

Every time I post I apologize for neglecting my blog.  I'm not gonna do that this time. I've been busy. That's it. Over it.

Lots has happened since my last post!  I am still running!  Whoo-hoo...I've built up my miles...wait for it....wait for it....I'm running EIGHT MILES now!!  I must admit...It's ridiculous how much I love to run.  When I get a little stressed, a little worried, a little overwhelmed...I crave a nice, long, drenched-in-sweat run.  I love to run.  A sweet friend has began calling me Forrest Gump. It's okay. Running clears my head, refreshes my spirit.  And, it makes you kinda superhuman.  I am blown away at how far my little legs can take me...I'm only 4'10, remember?  I lost count on how many miles I've logged.  Generally on my Saturday runs I run 8. But during the week I run at least 6.  Two or three at a time on the treadmill at the gym.  Although the treadmill is not the same, it's still running!  Anyway...so I'm addicted to running.  And as a bonus, I've lost 10 pounds.  Sweet, huh?

Okay. So what else is going on, besides becoming a running fool??  Hmm.  I now have a small business selling hair bows.  "Bows by Damaris" is now open and taking orders!  I started it about a month ago...with just two or three bow orders and then it just took off.  I'm averaging about 3-4 orders a week.  And when I say orders, I mean 4-6 bows at a time.  No one orders just one bow.  I also make bow holders, and tutus, and little cute clippies.  It's so much fun.  And it's good money.  Of course, I have to make time to sit down and work.  That's the hard part.  But I love making new bows...and seeing them on my little customers is the best feeling ever!!

So, that's what's new...for the most part.  I've spent the last several weeks evaluating my life.  My 33rd birthday is right around the corner...and I am ready to start living for me.  I'm a busy mom...and I always will be...but I need to make time for me.  Running is my therapy...but so is my girl's night out's...which includes good girlfriends and good margaritas...and generally some live music...and a dance floor.  Hey...I might be super busy, but unwinding is good for the soul. 

And this girl likes to unwind.  :)

I was running...

So...today is Friday. My most favorite activity of the week is tomorrow morning. Daniel and I, my 15 year old joined a running team. Tomorrow will be our 3rd meet....4 miles!!  The first meetup we ran 2 miles, last week we ran 4 miles...and tomorrow we're running another 4.  It feels great. The trails are right next to the river which is right next to our downtown skyline. It's gorgeous to run at the crack of dawn, listening to the river and seeing the sun come up and reflect off the buildings. I love it. My good friend asked me to join last year, but I felt so intimidated. I didn't think I could keep up or do it. She's ran several half marathons...I've ran one 5k...several years ago. I finally joined and I'm so glad! I'm really surprised at what I can do. I feel like I'm in the best shape of my life...at 32...after having FOUR kids!!  Whoo-hoo!  Running is so exhilarating. And it helps to have teammates cheering you on.  I love it. Can you tell? 


Let's see if I love it after tomorrow morning.

4 months, 3 weeks...

Since my last post. I'm such a slacker. I've been so busy. Let's see, what has happened since October? Well...Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years...just to name a few. I've just grown so much the last few months. Haven't had time...or the desire to blog.

But, here I am. Maybe now I can hold on to this, this time. A lot has changed, but not really. Have you ever experienced so much change, but then looked back and said "hmm, this is cool & different, and I'm happy with it?" Well, that's how I feel.

I've had some heartache in the area of friendships. Grown up girls can be sooo mean. I call them Grown Up Girls cause they act like little girls. Reminds me of elementary...I'm not your friend...Let's be bff's kind of behavior. I've learned recently that even if a woman has kids, a husband, a home...that doesn't make her mature, or nice. I've just done a complete turn around and thank God. He always takes care of me. The folks inflicting pain, and DRAMA have been eliminated and replaced. And it's like a breath of fresh air to be around nice people who have the same goals and desires.

Anyway...I'm quiet the gym junkie these days. I visit the YMCA at least 4 times a week. And not just to walk on the treadmill or do a few reps with a 4 pound weight...No. If I don't leave there soaked in sweat and completely worn out, I've wasted my time. I run at least 3 miles, then go to CardioKick, or Kickboxing, or Muscle Mix...depending on the day. I go to Zumba, yes the one on TV, every Tuesday...and I love it. It's so much fun...I love to dance, what can I say. Anyway, my workout efforts are paying off. I've lost some inches and I fit into clothes from before Carmen was born. My muscles are more defined and I have abs. It's awesome. I am 32 and a half and I'm in the best shape of my life. I love it. I think my husband loves it too. ;)

Okay, that's all I've got for now. Life is good. God is amazing...blessing me everyday.

So Neglected...

I have completely neglected my blog!! And I only have 5 minutes to update right now...so hold on...here'goes!


School started. Mari is in prek, she loves it. David is in 2nd, for the 2nd time. We held him back...and it was the best decision ever. His teacher is AMAZING. And he LOVES going to school now. He even made the AB honor roll. PTL!! Daniel is a freshman in highschool. And he has a girlfriend. She's nice. I can't worry too much. He's grounded right now...no cellphone, no facebook...so basically no life. He failed algebra the first six weeks. So he's grounded. Stuck at home. Oh well.


I am doing good. Busy. But good. I have totally jumped into this thing that we call "playgroup" or "Mom's group." I remember being a working mom, thinking that it was dumb to get together with other moms and hear each other's stories or each other's kids scream...but now...after being a sahm for two years...I LOVE IT. Meeting other moms is awesome. It really is neat to meet other women who understand this fun, crazy, amazing thing...Motherhood.


Uhmmm, life is good these days. Marcus is still working a lot...And I can't complain. I am so blessed to have such an amazing husband. Really, he is amazing. I love him so much. And I think he's pretty smokin hot.


Okay, I'm off to get Mari from school...she only goes half a day. Well not even half a day...more like 1/4 of a day.
I promise I'll blog more...when I have time. :P

Good Medicine

Summer is almost over. Sort of. In Texas summer doesn't end until like October...so Summer season is still here...but school starts in one week from today.

I've had an awesome week. I took Carmen to her 15 mo check up today. It went great. She's doing wonderful. We switched pediatricians. If you don't follow me on Fb, then you don't know the drama I've had the last month or two w my kid's doc. To make a long story short...our pediatrician, whom we had seen for almost a decade, dismissed us from his practice because I told a nurse to "do her job" when she refused to do further testing on my other daughter who had a 104 temp for 4 days straight. Anyway, as disappointing as it was, we got our medical records from his office and searched for another doc. His office manager (who I am convinced, may be the devil) placed a "flagged" our account so that if we decided to go to another doc in the network of pediatricians the new doc would see that we were 'fired' from his office. Nice, huh? Anyway. We found a new doc, in a new network and she is AMAZING. I have taken both girls for checkups and I am blown away at how awesome she is. When Mari went in, the doc sat on the floor with her and asked her about the book she was reading, what her fav color was, how she liked school, and what her fav toy was. I couldn't believe it. Then after 10 minutes she started the examination. Can you say awesome?? Yesterday with Carmen she was so laid back. I was completely honest w her about our take on babies...we co-sleep, I'm still nursing, I haven't introduced whole milk, I don't let her cry it out, we self wean, and self potty train. She made me feel like the best mom ever. I told her that I was really impressed with her practice and how she has taken time to talk to us. And her response made me tear up..."I'm a mother before a doctor, and I want to know you before I treat you." I wanted to hug her neck.

I think God knew what He was doing when all the drama happened w our old doc. I liked that doc, don't get me wrong. But, a woman doc really sees things differently. I told her that Marcus works out of town, so I find easier to have Carmen in bed with me, and she said "I don't blame you...I liked having my boys close by too." I like our new doc.

And I didn't mind waiting an hour in the waiting room with 4 kids. She's that good.