I must say that I am no Tinkerbell...
#1 I like slippers but not to wear all the time.
#2 That shade of green just isn't me.
#3 I cannot fly...I tried but I cannot fly and for all my endeavors I am black and blue all over and thanking my lucky stars I didn't break anything vital.
Yesterday morning, I awoke to the sounds of little boys plotting...all mothers have this 7th sense of trouble brewing...and I could feel it in my bones and by the muted whispers. Jumping out of bed I rushed downstairs, praying that the tree and presents remained untouched, and my foot hit the top step...and then a flew down the rest with an ungraceful ker-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP...you get the point.
Obviously, I didn't make it to church. I stayed on the couch bowing to the God's of Advil.
This once again confirms my feelings that the stairs are cursed...(someday I will share the babysitter and and screw in foot on stairs story).
The cherry on top is I had to go to work today! Yippee! Busiest two days of the entire year and I am feeling like a Mack Truck ran over my body. Thankful the day is nearly over and Josh took pity on me and is bathing and putting the kids to bed. Gotta love him:)