In my in law's house, the stairs are kinda funky. Leaving the kitchen, you go up 4 steps, make a U-turn to the right, one step and a landing, take a left, about 10 steps, another small landing, go right then up the last 4 steps. I feel like Harry Potter sometimes thinking they may change position on me. Well, they may as well have....
A couple weeks ago, the husband fell down the stairs going into the kitchen. I didn't witness it but rather heard it all the way upstairs. I thought a bowl was dropped on the way to said kitchen. I'll have to bone up on my hearing skills. I came down to the action and had to restrain myself to not start laughing at my poor, face down husband on the floor. You know those chalk outlines in the comedy movies from the dead person? That's how he was laying. I'm one of those mean, cruel people who will laugh when someone stubs their toe, bonks their head getting up, etc. unless I see that it really, truly hurt. Tears. That's what I need to see. I'm sorry. I'm a bitch in that sense I suppose. Oh well. I own it. I accept it. He was indeed crying so I immediately pulled back the guffaws that almost spewed out and got down on the floor with him. After many, "Honey, are you sure you're ok?"s, I asked my mother in law what happened. He miscalculated the steps and down he went hitting his lower back on the edge of the doorway. His legs were numb for a while but he survived. Now that he's ok and feeling much better, I pick on him about it. A lot.
Karma. AIN'T IT A BITCH!
I was up here reading my email and the news, my mother in law was downstairs trying to get Peanut to sleep (we think she's teething or has gas - Peanut, not my mother in law). She was listening to some woman singing Josh Groban's song "You Lift Me Up" and I was wondering who it was. I came out of the room, went to the top of the stairs and proceeded to slip on the first one, land on the second one, hitting my tailbone smack on the edge and ending on the third step and the landing in a puddle of tears and hyperventilating. My mother in law said all she saw was my silhouette because the light was on behind me so she wasn't sure if I was walking down the steps or not until she heard the crack. As I'm laying there bawling like a baby, I suddenly pictured my adventure. Now I was cracking up, crying cause it hurt to laugh (still does an hour later, hurts more) and my mother in law was worried about laughing at me herself. She's the sweetest woman I know and she felt horrible cause she wanted to laugh so badly. I told her it was perfectly ok to laugh because I knew it had to be the funniest sight.
I'm very aware that I will be in substantial pain tomorrow and will not be a happy mamma. Hopefully my children will see that and will go easy on me. Right. I'll be posting drunk and possibly on meds tomorrow.
A couple weeks ago, the husband fell down the stairs going into the kitchen. I didn't witness it but rather heard it all the way upstairs. I thought a bowl was dropped on the way to said kitchen. I'll have to bone up on my hearing skills. I came down to the action and had to restrain myself to not start laughing at my poor, face down husband on the floor. You know those chalk outlines in the comedy movies from the dead person? That's how he was laying. I'm one of those mean, cruel people who will laugh when someone stubs their toe, bonks their head getting up, etc. unless I see that it really, truly hurt. Tears. That's what I need to see. I'm sorry. I'm a bitch in that sense I suppose. Oh well. I own it. I accept it. He was indeed crying so I immediately pulled back the guffaws that almost spewed out and got down on the floor with him. After many, "Honey, are you sure you're ok?"s, I asked my mother in law what happened. He miscalculated the steps and down he went hitting his lower back on the edge of the doorway. His legs were numb for a while but he survived. Now that he's ok and feeling much better, I pick on him about it. A lot.
Karma. AIN'T IT A BITCH!
I was up here reading my email and the news, my mother in law was downstairs trying to get Peanut to sleep (we think she's teething or has gas - Peanut, not my mother in law). She was listening to some woman singing Josh Groban's song "You Lift Me Up" and I was wondering who it was. I came out of the room, went to the top of the stairs and proceeded to slip on the first one, land on the second one, hitting my tailbone smack on the edge and ending on the third step and the landing in a puddle of tears and hyperventilating. My mother in law said all she saw was my silhouette because the light was on behind me so she wasn't sure if I was walking down the steps or not until she heard the crack. As I'm laying there bawling like a baby, I suddenly pictured my adventure. Now I was cracking up, crying cause it hurt to laugh (still does an hour later, hurts more) and my mother in law was worried about laughing at me herself. She's the sweetest woman I know and she felt horrible cause she wanted to laugh so badly. I told her it was perfectly ok to laugh because I knew it had to be the funniest sight.
I'm very aware that I will be in substantial pain tomorrow and will not be a happy mamma. Hopefully my children will see that and will go easy on me. Right. I'll be posting drunk and possibly on meds tomorrow.
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