So Sunday, I fell down the stairs.
Not my most graceful move...that's for sure.
I guess my foot slipped down the steps and up in the air I went. I landed on my back on the bottom steps and it knocked the air right out of me. Since then, my back has progressively gotten more sore.
Today I woke up and had no motivation to get up. Worse, I found that it wasn't easy to do either. Everything had gotten really stiff overnight.
So off to school the kids went, and I went back to bed. Unfortunately, I can't sleep, so I'm laying here, prisoner to daytime tv.
I find myself wishing Andy was home to do the laundry. My kids appear to have worn enough clothes to dress 20 kids this week. And now it's in the laundry room. I almost lost my shit when I went in to put a load in the washer and found FOLDED CLOTHES thrown in the basket/mountain of dirty stuff. (what the hell is wrong with my kids???)
So, I'm packing up most of their clothes and keeping out the bare minimum for the next two months. I have no patience for constantly doing laundry unnecessarily. They haven't gotten the memo that I am not the household laundry bitch.
I find myself thankful that my husband deals with that when he's home. And it makes me miss him ever so much more.