I am a klutz. I took Liddy to her game Saturday night & promptly fell *up* the stands! Did my shin like nobody's business. Liddy says I am too competitive. I wasn't even on the pitch & boast better injuries than she does...or at least more visible injuries. I have seldom seen a worse pitch for a premier game. It was all ditches & holes & saw 3 girls stretchered of in just the one game. Liddy twisted her ankle & we are doing the synchronized limp.Liddy had organized to take a work mate's 10 year old to the game with us. Yikes. There I was a bloody, blubbering mess with my leg elevated at strange angles & an ice pack sending me into shock while poor old Ditz tried to restrain a very ADD child. She is getting a little too old to entertain Liddy's random outreaches. It certainly drove home how far Ditz has come & how much she has matured. Ditz, who found her companion exhausting, kept begging us to tell her she had never been like that. Sorry, Ditz...! Yes, you talked non stop at a hundred miles an hour. Yes, you whirled & spun like a runaway steam engine. Yes, you drove everyone else crazy.
Most of mine had varying degrees of ADD & Dearest always said I could read through the worst manifestations totally oblivious to kids swinging from the chandeliers so so long as he wasn't bugging other people I let him run Ditz ragged but I was sad to hear him say over & over that he tried to be good but he was just bad. He wasn't bad, just exhausting. I am getting old. Plus, as I hobbled back from the loo, white~faced & shaky, he picked up my bag to carry it for me which was so sweet of him so I complimented him on his manners & how gentlemanly his behaviour was. You'd have thought I'd handed him a million pounds. Guess compliments are a little rare in his world, at least from strangers.
So coming home Liddy & I looked at each other. Who was going to drive? The one who couldn't twist her ankle or the one who could barely move her leg? In the end Liddy drove because she had the keys & it is her car! She's been getting plenty of practise so at least we are getting fewer scary moments when Lid is behind the wheel these days & mostly she has the grace to listen when I ask her to do something. Better than the boys who were born knowing all there is to know apparently. Lucky them.
We got home to find Iss had totally disgraced himself by attempting to play with Dearest's stamps ~ & failed to listen when Dearest remonstrated with him ~ so today Iss was very sooky & we curled up on the couch together & were very, very quiet. Why is soccer always so exhausting when I don't play?
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Ouch! That didn't tickle. I've managed to fall *up* stairs and such before too...it takes talent, I tell ya. ;-)
Poor kid - sure, ADD is a handful, but when I kid glows like that over a simple thank you and compliment, it's usually true that they don't get many of them...and to call himself "bad" ...grrrr. No kid is 'bad'!
Mmmm, well I always used to get the *bad* kids when I was aiding at school & some of them were pretty out there I can tell you. One likely lad (whom I must admit I was very fond of 'cause he was bright & amused me, but VERY difficult) did the soles of his shoes in Black ink. One said f--- & the other You & when he got upset he'd stick his feet on the desk so that this charming little message was right in the teacher's face. Pity he couldn't put his brains to better use. He was one of the worst ADD cases I've ever seen but I always glow when I think of him 'cause I taught him to read. He was 5th grade & illiterate & we got on really well...which is sorta scary. What does that say about me?!
yipes! girl that scrape gave me the shudders just looking at it>8-0 those kinds of injuries are just sooo painful. even as they heal, and the skin stretches, ooooh my! i'll be praying for ya((hugs))
oh and regarding your last part of the above comment: it says that you are a rare and uniquely marvelous person... that's what it says;)
Oh my goodness, I can just totally SEE that! (the kid with the shoes)... I'm sorry, it's crude as all get out - but it did make me grin. I have a 19 year old cousin and that sounds so much like something he'd had done when he was 11 or so - he's got ADHD and he was *very* out of control back then. (I used to babysit him and his younger siblings) ...
As for what it says - I agree with your friend above! ;-)
I am impressed, it takes dedication to a task to fall upstairs! I think getting on with the 'difficult' children is the most rewarding. If they don't get much positive attention then you are a breath of fresh air in their complicated lives. It has to be hard work maintianing that 'I am the hardest person to be with' persona, even if most of it comes naturally :o) good on you.
xc
Oh, your poor leg! What did it do to deserve such treatment?
"Difficult" children can be some of the sweetest - I know, I have one. (lucky me, eh? Just one!)
lol, ladies, I just think I was pretty difficult myself & mostly can see what's riling them as all get out. And MamaO, truely, I had a completely blonde moment. I was trying to drink & get up a higher than usual stand at the same time & completely missed my step. Sooner or later it's gonna click I ain't 15 no more!
OUCH! I have had a couple of nasty falls this year and am STILL feeling their side-effects! My shoulders especially. The latest was when I was carrying our 6 year old grand-daughter down some stairs in the dark at my father-in-law's house. I could have sworn I was down to the driveway but there was one more step still. When I felt myself going down I twisted to the left so I wouldn't fall on top of her on to concrete. My left shoulder and forearm took the brunt of it as well as knocking the wind out of me. Man oh man, the shoulder joint still aches a bit and it's been about 7 weeks now!
Connie
Aw yes I know all about dealing with difficult children but I dont think I have experience falling up the stairs!
Oh, I do hope you are feeling better. G actually knocked himself unconscious on the bleachers once and I took him to the ER. They kept taking him off alone and asking him if I beat him and stuff.
AND I HAD A NOTE FROM THE SCHOOL stating the whole thing happened there! Only imagine if he were homeschooled, what hell we'd have faced.
Bleachers are dangerous things, you know.
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