One-Armed Parenting....

I've been One-Armed Parenting because at the beginning of June, I broke my arm. I was playing in our *first* church league softball game of the season when I slid into third base and felt a little *crunch* in my arm (I thought it was just an injury to muscles I wasn't used to using all year!). So, I kept playing but the next time up to bat, the pain was really intense. Clay made me go to the hospital (so he wouldn't have to endure more whining!) and I discovered that I broke my arm. Actually, I broke my "radial head", which made me sound like a used car part!
So I have a cast...in July....and not a dinky cast, either. No, it's a "long arm cast", which holds my arm at a permanent 90* angle. Go ahead, laugh. I can take it!!
Some interresting notes on this story are...
1. I have an 11 mo old....a VERY active 11 mo old!! I've accidentally bumped her in the head several times already. Poor kid. Both of us are a little weary of this situation.
2. Lord only knows what the Dr will discover when this cast comes off (maybe a Cheerio or a used wet wipe...who knows?)
3. I can't go to the store without people STARING at me like! Actually, they're probably staring at Myah - feeling sorry for her as I try to maneuver 10 things at once. Come to think of it, people at church give me the same look!!
3. It's summer. Not the kind of summer we were having at first...no, it's like 90's-100's here this week. GO FIGURE! I have the worst luck!!
I decided that One-armed parenting is not so....well, handy! Luckily, "this too shall pass!"