I felt 43 yesterday.
They wanted to go outside and play. I needed to stack wood. Then we colored on the driveway. Then Aubrey suggested we play hide and seek.
Part one went smoothly enough. I counted to ten and they both hid right in front of me under the Lil' Tykes picnic table. I did the whole routine.
Are they in the cellar?
No, they're not in the cellar?
Are they in the beer cooler?
No, they're not in the beer cooler.
I often wonder if I'm making a serious mistake when we do this. Am I just making excellent suggestions they wouldn't have thought of without my big mouth.
Are they in the old refrigerator in the gully? Noo.
Are they in the abandoned well on the far end of the property?
So after a couple more empty guesses, I lifted the picnic table and accused, there they are.
Alright. Now my turn to hide. Count to ten Aubrey. 1, 3, 2, 4...
Then I fell.
Alright first I have to admit that my hands were full. I'm a multi-tasker and with two little kids I'm always picking up. So I had a pair of pants, used diaper, sippy cup, near empty beer can, granola bar wrapper, and a straw already in my hands. I realized her ten could only entail eight digits so I turned to find a hiding spot. Then I tripped over the hose guard. The tiny fence that keeps the hose out of the flowers.
I went straight down into the driveway. Smashed my elbows, knee, and head. Ouch.
I had to just sit for about seven minutes.
Dad, are you okay? Yeah, I think so. Maybe.
I took a spill twice on my bike when I first got it a couple of weeks ago. But this was special. God, it hurt.
I told a colleague this morning that I felt all of my 43. I was grateful I didn't break my hip.
I still hurt today.