Yesterday morning started with a plan. It was my rest day for PiYo so I thought I would get up and get my running in before the day got away from me.
I got dressed. I walked to the top of the stairs. And the next thing I knew I was falling down the stairs. All of them. I made contact with all 12 of them.
My poor girls heard the thumping, the yelling, and came running. I landed on my back when I finally came to a rest at the bottom. Caitlyn said, “mama, are you okay? Mama, what can I do? How do I help?”
“Nothing sweetie. I’ll get up in a minute, but look, my phone didn’t break!”
Thankfully neither did I.
I have bruises that are going to make me pretty colorful for a while, but it could have been so much worse.
And the bonus of the whole deal? Hubby and I think I might have tripped on my jeans…because of the weight I have lost they are even longer than normal and get under my feet.
Bye, bye mom jeans. You have given your last gift with that tumble.
Survive til you Thrive!
