Sleeping In

I am getting a late start to the morning and barely have time to even write this. I have my timer set for ten minutes but that is going to run out right when I should be leaving, and it isn’t a pencils down type timer. It is more of a come on let’s wrap things up timer. I didn’t realize I was as tired as I am. I guess falling down the steps and almost breaking your kid’s leg will do that.

How this happened is while my wife was out my kids challenged me to a fight, and we had a three on one battle on our bed where they once again defeated daddy and saved the kingdom. Afterwards I carried one boy downstairs and then the daughter child was set to be carried downstairs when the other boy demanded to be carried. Not wanting to be last I told him to go ahead and hop on my back. So, there I was with one child on my shoulders and another on my back, and car tracks all over the steps.

At this point I should have asked the kids to hop off while I cleared the steps, but my brain said no you made it down with the one child you can certainly do it with two. I think you know where this is going. I made it about three steps before I slipped and my feet ended up straight up in the air while the rest of me crashed on the steps. My subconscious must have tried to protect the kids as much as possible because my elbow took a good battering, but there we were on the landing in a heap all injured and the boy on my back screaming in pain.

My mind instantly went to the worst case scenario but outside of some rug burn nothing looked too bad. I asked him to stand up and put weight on it but he wouldn’t. He was far too injured for that. I felt the leg, not knowing what I was feeling for, and felt nothing broken, so I carried him to the couch, gave him some ice, and let him rest.

When mom got home we told her the entire story. She asked how I could be so dumb, and then diagnosed him with bruises. Eventually he did walk, but was stiff and sore. I don’t know if he only has regular bruises or a bone bruise as well. The real test would be to take him to a playground or Chuck-E-Cheese and see if he runs around.

That is the story of how I fell down the steps and almost broke my son’s leg and lived out one of every parent’s worst nightmares, and I am grateful it wasn’t worse and for the fun times that proceeded it.