I’ve Fallen and I Can’t Get Up…Well, Not Really

Last night I came home from Springville (Annette’s and spinning class) around 10:00 pm. Both kids fell asleep so after I parked I got Evie unbuckled (she woke up a little bit), had my bag on my left shoulder, Evie on my left hip, keys and phone in my right hand. As I was climbing the stairs in the back, my shoe got caught on a piece of metal sticking out, putting a hole in my shoe and causing me to fall UP the stairs. OUCH! My left shin hit the edge of the step, as well as my left arm (luckily! Evie almost cracked her head on the edge!), I got a huge gouge below my right knee and as I fell I skinned my right palm on the top step (also digging deep scrapes into my phone!). It hurt like…heck! Steve heard me fall and opened the back door. He went to get Spencer from the van while I got cleaned up. I know have 3 bandaids covering my “owies” and bumps and bruises on my legs. I hate stairs sometimes! (Some of you might recall I slipped on Annette’s carpeted stairs about 3 months ago…also holding Evie…and wearing new socks. My bum bruised on that one!)