It was a busy strange weekend.
Thursday evening I brought MiniWarrior to his Tae-Kwon-Do lesson. He was sparring with a classmate, threw a kick and landed back down on the side of his foot.
He fell to the ground holding his foot and grimacing in pain and was unable to walk on it.
His Dad was at the class watching MiniWarrior and rushed to his side to help carry him back to the table so we could check his foot out.
There was much concern as MiniWarrior had broken his foot last summer--and we thought he might have rebroken it.
MiniWarriors Dad carried him to my truck then followed behind us in his car to the clinic to have the foot X-rayed.
Good news is it wasn't his previously broken foot and he didn't break any bones in his other foot.
Bad news is he is done with Tae-Kwon-Do for a month as it was a severe enough sprain that he cannot jump or run on it.
I had a girls night out planned for the next day and couldn't help but feel conflicted at leaving him for the evening.
Lord V assured me he would be fine and that they were going to have a Mans night of pizza and movies while I was out--so I left him in good hands.
I had a great time with my girlfriends and came back Saturday morning thoroughly exhausted.
I lay around most of the day recuperating and feel no ill effects today from the busy weekend.
I don't know if it's something that comes with getting older--but it seems to take me a few days after I step out of my routine to feel normal again.
I feel, strange. Disjointed. Happy...but scrambled up inside.
Does this happen to you?
One more thing:
Heading back home after dropping MiniWarrior off at his Dads this Saturday--there was a huge hawk sitting on the railroad tracks by our house.
I only had my iPhone to capture a picture of him. He looks small because of the phone camera's tiny eye. It was quite something to see him just sitting there staring at me!
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