I forgot the happy thoughts!

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:)