My mother-in-law and I were vying over time with the icebag tonight. Her for her swollen feet, and me for my knee.
I know…I consciously know that it would be wrong of me to knock a cute little 5’0″ grandmother over to steal the icebag from her. I mean, it’s elementary.
But my knees hurt so badly I honestly contemplated it.
Then I remembered that even if I could get away with it initially, it’s not like I could run before she caught me.
I watched her from the corner of my eye, waiting…waiting for the moment when she would either fall asleep, or the bag would just slip off. Either way, I wasn’t going to miss my chance.
And then it hit me…..She’s my mother-in-law! I’m decades younger than her. How the hell did my body fall apart so fast that I’m in the same icebag-dependant boat as my mother-in-law?
I don’t know. I simply don’t know. But one thing is for sure. One thing I do know.
We’re going to need more icebags.