The fun of being me

The clumsiness that I discussed in this post has struck yet again. It had been awhile since I've had a bad fall, so I guess I was overdue. Lucky for me, we moved into a house with a ton of stairs. There's only one full flight, the rest are just little sets, ranging from one to about four steps. Instead of a tri-level, ours is more like a five level house. Cool, but it also really ups the chances of me doing what I did the day before yesterday. My feet were cold that day, so I put on some socks. And promptly fell on my butt going from the dining room to the kitchen, where the stairs are wood. Yay me!

I had to brush it off quickly, as Lindsay had seen it happen and was really worried. "It's ok honey! Those tears in my eyes are tears of. . .happiness! Yes, that's it!" Some things really hurt at the time, like my elbow which I smacked pretty hard. By the next day though, (and still today) the real pain has set in. My arms and shoulders are sore. My guess is some type of whiplash type thing. Both of my legs have bruises, one of which makes it hard to sleep it hurts so bad. It's literally the biggest and wickedest looking bruise I've ever had. Frankly, it kind of feels, and looks, like I've been in a minor car accident. YAY.

In other news, we start our schooling next week. I am excited and nervous at the same time, but mostly the kids are driving me crazy during the day, so it's a good time to start.