- Brush your teeth
- Brush your hair
- Wash your hair
- Dry your hair
- Tie your hair up
- Dress yourself
- Dress a toddler
- Dress a baby
- Apply make-up (especially when you’re useless at it to begin with!)
- Spread butter on toast
- Cut toast (or any food) into kid-friendly portions
- Pour milk
- Carry washing
- Hang out washing
- Fold washing
- Punch painkiller tablets from the painkiller foil holder thingamajig
- Think (as evidenced by above bullet point)
- Push a pram
- Pick up a baby
- Put a baby on the floor/in a highchair/anywhere
- Feed a baby
- Change a baby’s nappy
- Put a baby to bed
- Be at all responsible for a baby
- Type (feel free to applaud this effort – you wouldn’t believe how long this post is taking me!)
- Take a selfie (again, especially when you’re useless at it to begin with!)
And that’s the just the tip of the painful, strained
The flip side is that it’s easy to feel ridiculously sorry for yourself when you only have the use of one arm. It’s also far too easy to justify excessive chocolate consumption. (Not that I usually have a problem doing that anyway.)
So, how did this happen? I wish I had a fantastic tale of bravery and selflessness to tell you, but it’s quite boring. In fact, it’s downright dumb. So perhaps I’ll save that story for another Dumb ways to get hurt rewrite.
Go me. Selflessly injuring myself for the sake of blogtainment. I’ll be here all week. Try the veal.
But you’ll have to cut it into kid-friendly portions yourself.
Have you ever been restricted to the use of one arm while caring for children? Any coping strategies to share? PLEASE?!!