This weekend I did something really stupid. I was in a rush (again) to get out the door for Mass. It seems that no matter how much earlier I get up, we are still rushing to get out the door. Hair ties, shoes, and coats seem to fill an infinite amount of time.
I was rushing between the coat closet in the front of the house to the mudroom where the shoes are kept when it happened. My feet slipped from underneath me. It happened so quickly, or my response time is so slow, there were no attempts to break the fall. I landed squarely on my behind--hard.
Now there is this lovely sharp, burning pain each time I bend over. As a mom of four, there are only a few occasions for this so I figure I am alright. I only hurt when I have to: change a diaper, help my potty training toddler, pick up 4 million little toys, help someone put on tights, tie a shoe, pick up more toys, give a bath, pick up the baby, put the laundry in the dryer, pick up toys again, feed the dog, put on my socks, pick up still more toys, pull out the pans to make meals, empty the dishwasher, etc.