we all fall down

Yeah, it wasn't how I intended to spend my Sunday morning. Visits to the ER should never interrupt church and visits with the family. But that's where I ended up, propped up on a gurney, waiting for x-rays of my foot.

I'm not inclined to gracefulness as a rule but sometimes the clumsy just pours out in waves. Luckily, Audrey and Kevin were visiting and had decided to go to church with me. I was carrying Penny, the diaper bag, trying to lock the door and step into the garage all at the same time. While wearing 3 inch heels. Can you see where I'm going with this? A small stumble on the door frame and down I went, feeling the snap and crackle in my right foot as I fell, not being able to brace myself lest I drop the baby onto concrete. Again, luckily, Penny wasn't hurt and after a quick comforting hug from Audrey she stopped crying. But there I was, flat on my back in the doorway, dress hiked up above my knees, trying to remain calm. Hysterics never help in these situations. So I breathed and tried to move. That was a no-go. So the three adults made a game plan. Jason was at work so we would call him and tell him to meet us at the hospital. Audrey would drive and Kevin would take the rental car and follow behind.

The plan was the easy part. It was getting into the car that made me want to throw up. Luckily times three, Kevin was there to literally pick me up when I was down. A bracing arm and some hopping (again in 3 inch heels) and we were on our way to the ER. A special thank you hug has to go out to my sister-in-law Audrey who kept me conscious and barf-free by joining me in singing The Battle Hymn of the Republic at full throttle. It worked, even though we couldn't remember all of the words.

Jason was there at the hospital when we pulled up and I don't know that I've ever been so happy to see him. The best part was he had come straight from work and was still in his police uniform. As we moved about to various rooms of the hospital he stayed by my bedside looking like an armed guard. Which hospital workers actually thought he was, even going so far as to ask me what I'd done. Then they noticed us holding hands. No, I'm not the most modestly dressed hooker in Utah. Just a clumsy housewife who shouldn't be allowed to wear heels.

X-rays, pain meds and an orthopedic surgeon later, I'm on the road to recovery. No surgery will be needed. It's a bad sprain and a small fracture from where the tendons pulled off a piece of bone. Yeah. Gross. Some sessions of physical therapy and an enormous walking boot (seriously, this thing weighs more than the cat!) should have me right as rain by Thanksgiving. I hope. And now I'm thinking I need to ask Santa for some ballet flats for Christmas.

square one

Streamlining. Cutting back. Reducing. Whatever you want to call it, that's what we've been doing. It has come to our attention recently that we are spending WAY too much money on things that aren't essential. Namely, cable. Growing up we didn't have cable. My parents thought it was a waste of money, saying there were hundreds of channels and still nothing on. So no marathon showings of Sesame Street and Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood for me. No late night Tales from the Crypt. Just your five basic stations with a few local channels thrown in. And it was fine. I survived. How can you miss what you don't know you could have? 

Except now I know what I'm missing. We decided to cancel our satellite service and do TV a different way. We now have a hard drive dedicated to uploading our favorite shows right from the internet. Free. We still get the basic networks from the help of a pair of rabbit ears. Also free. Free being the goal of all this. Yes, I can still watch the things I was before but not necessarily instantly. And it's hard to deal with that knowing at 7:30am, while I'm feeding the baby, I could be watching reruns of Card Sharks. Or Golden Girls. And sometimes Full House. Yeah, it might seem silly but I've come to rely on these shows to keep me company. Some days it's hard being the sole parent for 10 hours. But cable has always been a friend. A steady cacophony of background noise that is comforting in it's way. 

But then I think of the money we'll be saving every month and that's comforting in a different way. We've been really stretching every dollar lately, trying to get the most out of each little bit, with not much left over. That's led to stress, frustration and some bickering. And I truly hate being stressed about money. So now we'll be trying some different things. Like no cable. And changing how much Jason claims for taxes on his paycheck. The extra money each pay period will be used to pay off credit cards and then be stuck into a high yield savings account. Then if we owe anything at tax season, we can take it from the savings. Jason's also changing his life insurance policy to an independent company instead of through work. He can get more coverage for the less money. 

And that's what we're trying to do. Get more for less. And maybe, eventually, get back to square one.

11 months