This afternoon our friend and neighbor was gracious enough to invite us over to play in the pool, during what was a very short break in our monsoon season. The older two were over there having a grand time while I was home during nap time... even managed to get one myself! In any case, later on once everyone was up I headed over with the youngest to join the fun. She and I were doing the grown up bit, sitting at the picnic table while all the kids goof off and have a grand time, chatting about life. She had to run into change her little girl and in those 5 min things fell apart ....and I now know that I would make a lousy lifeguard.
All 4 boys, my 3 and her son, were on this pirate ship float and it flipped, which is typically not a big deal. Only my youngest somehow got his leg caught on part of it, with his head under the heaviest part as well. So he was in full panic, and the boat was pushing him under a wee bit too... and therefore I was in mommy mode panic! Here's where I get super graceful.
I couldn't seem to get out of my flip flops, no clue why, I was running the 10ft and trying to flip them off and it wasn't til I was very close to the pool that I got them off. I'm certain I must have looked a fool trying to run and simultaneously trying to step out of shoes that were determined to stay on. Then I hit the gate... they have a short fence around the pool to keep the kids in or out depending on the day, and it was closed since her little girl was not playing in the pool. Of course, in my panic I could not get the gate open, and for a split second debated jumping it. I stopped, figuring I'd end up jumping into the pool from too far away and breaking a leg, took a breath and got the door open. Meanwhile my little guy is screaming for me, and my adrenalin is pumping. I jumped in, and planned to miss the steps but I didn't... and not only did I not miss them, but I hit the very edge of a step right smack in the middle of my arches on BOTH feet. These steps have a little lip to them for whatever reason and I nailed it, right smack dab in the middle of my feet. He's still screaming and I now TRIP and twist my left ankle pretty decently trying to get off the stairs while the rest of the kids start pummeling me with questions like "do you even have a bathing suit on?" and "why are you jumping in so fast?" and "oh good, are you swimming too?" I grab him, and as his foot is caught up, I almost smack his head on the same steps, so I have to lower him back into the water to free him, all while I'm barely able to stand because I have hurt my feet so damn bad.
I am now sitting here with swollen feet and a semi-swollen ankle, waiting for the Motrin to kick in, answering "mommy why did you jump in the pool in fast-forward?" *sigh*
Pamela Anderson, I am not. No slo-mo runs for me, no graceful dives into the water, and thank God, no cameras, because this afternoon was not one of my best in the grace department.
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