MamaHen Takes A Great Fall

Saturday night was Matthew's Cub Scout Award Banquet and I will have more on that later because I don't think there has ever been a cuter Cub Scout than my Matthew.

Anyways, as Abbie, James, and I were walking out of the church to the van, I wiped out. Don't know how, I just did the tripped over something (I'm guessing my feet), tried to catch myself and the crockpot I was holding, and then I was laying in the parking lot in a very undignified position. I got up to a sitting position and just sat there stunned. And in pain. Shooting pain up my right leg and my knee was on fire. I told Abbie to take James in the church and to whisper to Daddy that I needed help. We had actually snuck out a little early and there was no one else in the parking lot. I could just imagine Abbie going in and announcing to the 100 plus people there that Momma had fallen and couldn't get up. She did just what I said though and Mark came running out to help.

After Mark go me up and a few minutes of unstabliness, I decided I was okay and could drive home. We were in two different vehicles for the sole purpose that I could leave early, cause MamaHen had had a great day (Hello AL Bloggers!), but I was tired with a Capital T. On the way home, it because apparent that I was not okay as spasms were shooting up my leg and the other ankle started hurting. Abbie took good care of me until Mark got home and she also ran the show with James who was showing his great displeasure at me being hurt. And not in sympathy. He threw a couple of fits with Abbie and stood in front of me and screamed over and over he didn't want his blue sippy cup, he wanted his orange sippy cup. And I prayed that Mark would get home quickly.

The next morning it was decided that we wouldn't go to church as I could not walk without making terrible groaning noises and Mark loves me, but I don't think he really wanted to make an entrance at church that way. And he made the executive decision that as soon as the Doc In The Box opened up I was going to get some X-rays. Which immediately sent me into Panic-Cleaning mode. But, I could not hardly move, much less clean.

You see, I will let you in on a little Martin/Wright/Sharpe/Clark family secret. We have this condition that has no name. (Well, Mark would say it would be called the "Crazy Condition"). I don't know how long this condition goes back in my matriarchal family line, but it must be a long time, cause it is engraved in us like nobody's business. It is called in very technical terms, "If I Have To Go To The Doctor/Hospital, My House Must Be Spotless, Because If I Have To Stay In The Hospital Or Die My House Must Be Clean. Because When The Old Ladies/Friends/People Who Just Want To See How You Really Live Come To Bring A Meal To My Husband The House Must Be Clean."

You think I'm kidding, but I'm not. Mark knows me so well, and he knew I would rather stay at home and die than go to the hospital with a dirty house so he and the kids rallied together and got it in order. (Remember I was gone all day Saturday, literally, and things had taken a turn for the worse). I tried to get him to touch up my toenails also, but he drew the line at that. Mainly because whenever he would touch my toes (on both feet) I would yell at him because of the pain. I tried to explain the whole suffering for beauty thing, but he just wouldn't listen.

I could go on and on about the rest of the day (and I will to you Rebekah, don't worry :)), but basically I did not have to go to the hospital and even though I am super-sore and stiff and both feet tingle all the time, I think I will be okay.

Later in the morning, James came and sat down beside me and asked if I was sick. I asked him, "Don't you remember Mommy falling hurting her legs last night?" He nodded yes and stared at my legs. He replied, "You have to be careful in the road." I assured him that yes indeed you had to be careful. He thoughtfully kept looking at my legs and said very deliberately and loud,

"God.Says.Don't.Fall.At.Church."

I burst out laughing and told him he was probably right.

I no idea I had given birth to a prophet.