Tuesday, November 15, 2011

why I'm glad we don't have guns in our house

My husband loves to make analogies. They’re usually really bad, too, and they make me roll my eyes and snort. In fact, he made one just the other day and I thought to myself, I need to remember this one so I can use it as an example of his analogy badness, but it was so bad that I can’t even remember it now.

However, the one he made two weeks ago is not quite as easy to forget because he got injured in the process.

I wasn’t home for the moment of reckoning, and he didn’t say anything to me about it when I got back. It wasn’t until I noticed he was limping and flat-out demanded an explanation that I found out just how bad his analogies can be.

Apparently, my youngest son was driving him batty, running around helter-skelter, bothering people and doing a bunch of things that would only serve get him in trouble. This was the day before the pie party, so there was lots of work to get done and deviant behavior was not cool. So finally my fed-up-to-his-eyeballs husband launched into a lecture around the theme “Shooting Yourself In The Foot.” In his noble efforts to help his five-year-old son grasp the concept of how totally stupid it is to shoot yourself in the foot, my husband kicked himself in the ankle.

His goal was to knock his left foot off the ground with his right so he’d end up sprawled on the floor, but instead his left foot stayed firmly planted and he jammed his right foot something fierce. It really, really hurt, he reported.


For the next couple hours he was mostly okay, but as the day progressed, the pain worsened so that by mid afternoon he was fully laid up on the couch, his foot elevated, and with a bunch of painkillers coursing through his veins. He was researching foot injuries, and I was fretting about when we should go to the hospital.

“I can’t go to the hospital,” he'd whine. “What am I going to say? That I kicked myself? They’ll think I’m an idiot!” And then we’d howl with laughter.

I wasn’t always laughing though, seeing as the remaining mountain of cleaning was mine to climb alone. I flew around the house mumbling, I can’t believe it. And, Of all the times to injure yourself. And, If you can’t work for several weeks because of this—oh, good grief!

He crawled upstairs to bed that night. I stood at the top and just shook my head.

The next morning, he was considerably better. He was even able to vacuum the floors and clean the bathrooms. I had to drive to church.

“Don’t you dare tell anyone about this,” he said.

“Okay, but I am going to blog about it.” I giggled wickedly. “Just you wait.”


Note: no husband was taken advantage of in the writing of this post. He read it, made corrections, and despite his injured pride and a few lingering twinges of humiliation, approved it for publication. What a man.

(Also, his foot is fine.)

This same time, years previous: cinnamon flop, on homeschooling and socialization

12 comments:

  1. Tell him I think he is an incredibly good sport all the way around. If you can't laugh about silly mistakes, you look even sillier.

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  2. Not all men would let their misfortunes be known. God bless husbands who let us tell all.

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  3. What a terrific husband for letting you blog about it. So glad he didn't actually shoot himself in the food.

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  4. J. If it will help you save face, an older member of the family kicked a butter churn off a pickup, got his foot caught in the churn and flew off the pickup with the churn. An interesting way to end up with a badly sprained ankle. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

    not me

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  5. I noticed him limping! I did! Maybe then he quickly got hold of himself, being as the other party-goers would soon be arriving.

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  6. Not Me, I have been walking around the house hooting with glee ever since getting your comment. The kids are about sick of my bizarre behavior.

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  7. Very funny story

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  8. Awesome - I would have taken him to the ER just so I could tell the story.

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  9. oh this cracks me up! I'm so impressed he was willing to share the story!

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  10. Sounds like something I would do.:)

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  11. you sure he wasn't just looking for a way to get out of the pie party cleaning? (just kidding -- glad his foot is ok!)

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  12. #1 Kicking himself in the foot... I have a hard time believing that is even possible.

    #2 Note to self: Do not introduce Mr. Handsome to The Handsome Husband. The ER bill would prove rather expensive.

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