Okay. A more appropriate name might have been "Falling From Lack of Grace" but I just didn’t think it sounded as good. And it’s been over a week since this incident happened so I think I can share it with you without bursting into tears of humiliation.
We had gotten quite a bit of snow one day and my sweet hubby had called to say that he gotten about 5 miles in the 40 minutes since he left and that if I left right then I might be able to get McKayla to school on time. So we were rushing to get out the door early. As we filed into the garage (25 minutes early mind you--yeah me!), I paused on the last step to see the snow through the open garage door. At least I think it was the last step. Maybe it was the second to last step. That would make more sense of the next events. Huh.
So I was surprised when I took the next step and found myself lying on my back. I may or may not have been screaming through clenched teeth. And then hobbled with tears in my eyes to the van.
I was a bit black and blue but, lucky me, I could walk almost pain free the next day. Stupid black and blue foot. I was/am really embarrassed. Walking shouldn’t really be that hard. Really.
May you be blessed with more grace than I have.
Oh no! Poor thing! I hate falling. A lot. Because I fall. A lot. I feel your pain
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry. it really didn't look very good.
ReplyDeleteIf it makes you feel better, when I was pregant with Jayden I fell in the food court at the mall. It wasn't one of my finer moments. At least there weren't a bunch of strangers there to witness it!