Have I mentioned before that I’m a clutz? Seriously. I can be standing still and lose my balance. I’ve actually hurt myself to the point of bleeding while sitting in a chair and putting my hair in a clip. I have twisted my ankles so many times that I couldn’t even guess how many times. I did it again this morning.
Monkey and I were walking down the stairs on our way to school when I caught the heel of my boot on the stair tread and went down. Hard. I ended up only 5 stairs down because the stairs curve and I hit the wall. Now, if I were wearing sassy high heeled boots it would be understandable that I’d caught my heel but I was wearing my decade old pair of Herman Survivors ((and WTH, Herman Survivors was bought by W@lm@rt? Argh, so much for my favorite boots.)), people. The heel is…oh… 1/4″? Good lord.
The absolute best part? Monkey was holding my hand when I fell. He instinctively tightens his grip on my hand when I try to pull my hand away sometimes and he did it this morning which meant that I catapaulted/dragged him down with me. Ugh. He was scared but not hurt.
I’ll be fine in a couple days, my ankle is a little swollen and I bet it will be really pretty come tomorrow!
In other news, Monkey stayed dry all weekend. He’s been willing to sit on the toilet to go poop and he’s settled on the must-read book for the event. It’s a book called “Monkey Goes to School” put together by his teachers when he started in this classroom. It has pictures of all the other kids and of the staff. Monkey loves to look through the book and name his favorite friends.
Interesting to note, last year Monkey was all about the ladies. He had 4 favored peers and they were all girls. This year he has 4 favored peers and they are all boys. Quite the change of heart! I think it’s because there were not very many boys in the other classrooom and they were all quite active. This year there are more boys than girls and they’re much more lowkey.
He galloped his way into the classroom again. That makes it a full week of ho-hum school drop-offs. I like.
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Soooo Sorry. Feel better!@
Those stairs are pretty scary. I always had a hard time going down those stairs myself. Don’t blame yourself.
I am so glad the drop offs are going much better for everyone though.
And the potty going — FANTASTIC!! Good job Monkey.
Sorry about your fall. My wife is also a clutz. Perhaps it is a carrier thing (I’m half-serious!) Great news about school drop-offs and potty training. I am preparing for the worst on both accounts with S but will hope for the best.
Anything is possible I suppose. I’m a walking bruise, lol. I misjudge how close I am to things like DOORS and WALLS and TABLE CORNERS and run into them with alarming regularity. I’d love to blame it on the FX status, lol.
I wouldn’t spend too much time stressing about the school drop offs, ours started out FANTASTIC. If not for the trauma of Halloween I think we would have been OK. Funny story there too…we found out this year that the staff is not ALLOWED to dress up for Halloween per school rules. It made me so very happy to hear that Monkey had been traumatized by something that should never have happened in the first place.
Oh, do I know about being a clutz!!! All part of being an FX carrier! not a day goes by that I don’t stub my toe on something that has been in the same spot for years! grrrr! lol
Oh, the toe stubbing! I do that all the time too. Sometimes it feels like my toes are DIVING toward things of their own will. As if they’re kamikaze toes.
I’ve at least managed to convince Duhdee to not ask me if I’m OK as I stand and swear (mostly) silently in the aftermath, lol.