Don't Move Until I Get Home

I fell asleep around 5 a.m. An hour or so later, while half asleep, I went to move. My toe was stuck on something. I yanked. Nothing. I yanked harder. It was then I was jolted awake by a sharp, stinging pain on my little toe. I knew immediately what it was. My toenail had gotten caught pretty good on a quilt string. I had just ripped the toenail off.

About an hour after getting up, I tripped over one of the scatter rugs in the kitchen. You know, the 8 scatter rugs and runners we have in the kitchen so Lobo won't wipe out. He hasn't wiped out. The other kids haven't either. But, Mom. Well, that's a whole other story. I'm always tripping over the rugs.

Later in the afternoon, while carrying a chair from the biscuit room to the kitchen, I tripped over the gate. Fell to the floor. Once I knew I was going down, I didn't put any effort into breaking the fall. I let it happen.

Then, I laid there. On my back. Laughing. Lobo rushed over to where I was and licked my face. He eventually laid beside of me.

Coco and Sophie woke from their afternoon slumber, lifted their heads and, at that exact moment, Lobo barked once.

"It's okay you two. Mom is okay. I'm right here with her. I licked her face. I've got this. She's just having an off day."

Coco and Sophie curled back up and fell asleep.

Lobo licked my face again.

I got up and brushed myself off.

No broken bones.

Lisa asked how my day was when she called during her lunch break.

I told her.

She instructed me to "sit down in one spot and don't move until I get home."

That's probably a good idea at this point.

Sigh.