A Broken Leg...What's The Big Deal?

It was a great morning. I'd gone to my childcare room and there were no tears. All the kids got along great and I managed to not get into any arguments with my peers. I even did particularly well in an area I usually do not...sharing my mom. Yes, things were going good, very good! A couple hours later, I arrived at home and had plans. Apparently, so did my mom...she mentioned something about making lunch for herself, me, and my sis...and gathering some materials for a lesson she was teaching during circle time later that afternoon...and prepping some chicken for supper that she could just throw in the oven when she got home from work, since our company for the evening would be arriving shortly thereafter...yada, yada, yada. Oh...and I think she said she had 45 minutes to do all this before she had to head back to the preschool. Anyhow, what I do know FOR SURE was that she had this, " Hey Clairey, you wanna watch Elmo's Potty Time?" My ears perked up! Even though, in reality, I only watch about the first 5 minutes before I am off to the next best thing, I couldn't pass up the chance to see Elmo use his potty for the first time, again. I was pumped and ready to follow my dearest mother down the stairs. And then she did it. She made this fumbling noise as she toppled down the steps. Next thing I know, I hear her scream 2 times. Helloooo, mama, I don't know what you are all excited about, but get a move on...I'm ready for Elmo. Course, she can't read my mind, so I start to verbalize this..."aaa Elmo" ("aaa" means "I want" for those who don't understand toddlerese). She is just sitting there, so I say it a little louder, ignoring the strange, breathing sounds coming from mama's mouth. And then, would you believe what she does next? She has some nerve. Instead of getting up and putting in my beloved Elmo dvd, she starts ascending the stairs, albeit in a strange, sit-on-your-rump, sort of fashion. When she gets to the top step, she reaches for the phone, and *gasp*, starts dialing. I simply cannot believe this woman, who claims to love me and want the best for me. The Lord knows how long she can talk on the phone. As she continues to dial, I get madder and madder. Now, it's my turn to scream. She ignores me. She pushes the hang up button and starts dialing again. Her hand is swaying heavily in the air (and later, I hear her telling people that the phone was moving on her; can phones really do that?). And then, she really pushes my buttons. Despite my demands, she lays down to take a nap. I do not understand her logic? If she's got so much to do, why is she wanting to call people and take a nap??? The understanding is beyond me. Really, I do not care about any of this...I just want her to follow through on what she offered to ME! Her nap only lasts about 45 seconds and then she wakes up, although is still acting somewhat abnormal. She grabs the phone again. She only pushes 3 buttons this time. And when she is talking (or trying to, with me hovering over her, crying my eyes out), I wonder why she is giving them our address? But still, I am outraged and hurt by her insensitivity. She hangs up the phone and shimmies her way to the front door, using her arms and one leg to get there. She unlocks and opens it. The entire time, I've been yelling "AAA ELMO," but to no avail. I hear sirens outside. Next thing I know, there are four strange men in my house. Three of them are attending to mommy and one of them starts to talk to me and is at the door when sissy gets off the bus. I forget about Elmo, especially when one of them pulls out a little bear for me to have. I smile and chat with this nice man...who knows, maybe they can knock a little sense into my mama?!