I thought I'd go through the younger 4's closets one final time.....they've been making cuts, but I knew it was time for the final, ruthless cut.....The boys have a HUGE closet and two shelves that run both sides of it. We've used it for storage.
Here begins the tale of what happened to my leg:
I climbed on Zander's stool. This is the stool Krista made him for Christmas. He usually keeps his running shoes on top of it in the closet. It seemed stead and I could reach the top shelf if I stretched.
"Mom, I don't think you should stand on that, you might break it," worried Zander.
I calmly replied, "It's o.k., Zander. It's steady."
Nolan interjected, "Yeah, Zander, Dad fixed it."
As I heard those words I decided Zander may be right. Alas, the stool shattered into several pieces right as Nolan finished. I let out a whoop of some sort. Arielle and Nolan tried valiantly not to laugh.
Zander's eyes filled with tears. It was a Mommy low. He came in and hugged me. I apologized. I was sore...but nothing seemed sprained. I don't think we can glue this back together. I told him I'd put a hanger on the back and we'd hang it on the wall. Zander gave me a higher "stool". Without thinking I jumped up.
I was saying, "Hey, I can reach the top shelf on this," when I crashed through it.
Then I noticed blood and kids staring and said, "Quick, get me a paper towel before I bleed on the carpet!" They began to move with me urging, "Hurry, get me a towel!"
At this point Jamin and Jared came to see why they were hearing repeated squeals. I guess Nolan went and told them, "Mom fell two times."
We moved to the recliner. The kids brought me hydrogen peroxide. Jamin brought me an Ibuprofen and a glass of water. I was balancing the water on my lap. Stacia wanted to help. She let out the recliner for me....the water.....well.....I got wet. I was laughing hard by this time.
The doorbell rang. The painter was here to give me an estimate. I met him at the door.
"No, I always look like this." ::snort:: I told him the story. We began the painting tour. The doorbell rang again.
I'm still very wet. It was a man from the city. Remember when we had NO water and then LOW water pressure? Lately we've had LOTS of water pressure. Neighbors began to tell us that pipes were bursting. We called them to check. Normal pressure is 60 and ours was 95. They'll be out to dig up pipes or something in our yard. ::sigh:: I didn't explain to him why I looked like this...I had two painters waiting inside.
I got back inside and Zander was telling the painters all our family secrets. "I want a cat. Dad hates cats. Dad once built a catapult and shot cats into the girls dorm." I believe he's mixed up several stories...Kim, Steve????
We finished the tour. I got another estimate. My clothes had dried and I ran out to meet Heather.
Thanks, Heather! Heather, treated me to lunch at the Grill. We discussed a bit how hard it is to find things to write on a "family blog". I told her it was fairly easy for me. She commented that they are boring...and I said...we aren't exciting. Mike says I'm just klutzy. ::snort::
I got home and discovered Jamin and Jared had cut branches back on the back tree....and took some roof shots.
I DID finish the closets this afternoon.Jared replaced two toilet seats...and found time to take this photo...
Krista called back to see how I was and discuss how important it was to me to see her new apartment. I'm not sure.
Mike came home and took me to dinner. It seems Krista had called him and suggested it! What a gal. Carino's has a special from today - 8th. Mom's eat free with the purchase of one entree. I had a salad, an entree and a tiny dessert (just right). I brought 1/2 the entree home. If you live near a Carinos check this out.
Jamin just got home from work and wonders if he should move out tomorrow or Mother's Day so he's "out of the way" when the movers arrive. UGH..... ::NO...YOU...CAN'T...MOVE....OUT!:: I told him I was thinking he'd stay with us in the trailer until we left.....hmmm....I guess it's time to face the facts.
A fun day - lots of laughing, lots of bags leaving the house... the kids grabbed the camera this a.m. and said, "This will make a great blog entry". Yes, the blog has become an essential part of recording our family history. ::snort::
~ Coram Deo ~
Living all of life before the face of God...