OK... that's not entirely true.
After waking up and enjoying two cups of coffee along with my morning devotional time - I felt as if I could conquer the world. Or at least my daily To-Do list.
I started with stripping the sheets off our bed and hauling it down to the laundry room. And that's when it happened. I somehow misjudged where I was and missed that bottom step, causing me to land awkwardly on my right foot and then pitch forward. Dropping the bedding; but managing to catch myself on the laundry sorter without completely ending up sprawled on the floor. ('Cause I'm all super graceful that way)
I knew immediately I was going to be sore from this. My hip and thigh felt a little tender and my ankle hurt. But since there was no apparent bruising or swelling I didn't think too much about it. As the day progressed the hip felt better. The ankle did not. As a matter of fact - by the time the Man of the House was headed home it was hurting quite a bit!
This is my current reality. One sprained ankle. One ace bandage. An occasional ice pack. A lot of tyenol and ibuprofen.
And a mental note to self to watch that bottom step!
