Wellll, since inquiring minds want to know what the hell is wrong with me, I’ll go ahead and tell you. I went out to dinner last night with some of my girls (you know I love them because I wasn’t at home in my pjs watching Grey’s Anatomy.) I got home close to 10 and couldn’t decided whether to watch Grey’s uninterrupted (my munchkins were all asleep) or wait until today.
My love of Grey’s won out, and I sat down to watch it. I was covered up with my favorite chenille blanket and actually fell asleep in the chair 45 minutes into the show. (Unprecedented Robin Behavior) When I woke up and realized I wasn’t really watching the show anyway, I decided to go on to bed. I stood up and the blanket fell to my feet. As it did, some of the fringe got wrapped around my right foot, so I switched all my weight to my left foot to shake the blanket off.
When I stood on my left foot, though, I unknowingly stepped into a plastic Tupperware lid that one of the girls (Emma) had been playing with and left in the floor. I face planted in the living room floor and was so out of it from being asleep I didn’t even use my hands to break my fall. (It’s ok…you can laugh…this is what I get for laughing at people falling down my entire life.)
The fall knocked the breath out of me, chipped one of my teeth and busted my chin wide open. The husband (once I was finally able to yell and wake him up) walked in the room and said, “WHAT did you do?” I mean I guess it was a fair question…I was lying in the floor in the middle of the night in a pool of blood…”Um…I was just walking.”
My mother’s response to this story…”BLESS your heart.” She’s grown accustomed to my inablity to perform the simplest of tasks without hurting myself.
My fabulous neighbor, Nana came to the rescue and taped me up with Steri-strips and I am on my way to the doctor to see if it needs to be stitched up. I promise I didn’t do this on purpose so I could go to the doctor without my kids again…but it is a silver lining…