I took the whole day off from work yesterday, what with kindergarten graduation and all that. (N is right, you really don’t want to get me started.) Anyway, later that afternoon I decided to take the kids for a quick grocery store run before N came home from work. That turned out to be a bad idea.
The grocery store nearest our house has these big flat curbs in the parking lot, between which you can leave your carts. They are a couple of feet wide. I parked right next to one so that I could easily load Miss T between the cart and car. Well, AE got out of the car first and took up a position between the car and the carts in the curbed area. Standing on the curb, in other words. I knew he was there, but something happened when I went to get Miss T out of the car – I guess the combination of juggling her weight and my purse and trying to step onto the curb while avoiding AE and wearing flip-flops proved too much to handle. My foot slipped and I crashed right onto my ass. With Miss T in my arms. She’s fine, and with the exception of a scraped ankle and impressively bruised thigh, so am I. Of course, my pride was more than a little wounded when a young woman and an old man came over to make sure we were okay but at least we actually were, I guess.
After N got home, I was showing off my injury as AE looked on. N was teasing and giving him a hard time about it, look what you did to Mommy, now she’s bleeding. AE’s response? Hey, look at that. Your scrape is shaped like a heart! It’s like I gave you a kiss. Except there’s blood coming out of it.
#1: Dancers….graceful. #2: with you being gone Fri there was NOBODY symathetic to my position of the “graduation” of kids at a level under the one where you no longer must attend school. I overheard what I considered to be a ridculous conversation on the subject…yet no one I approached agreed this was comical. BB told me I was mean and made me go back to my workspace.
Well that sucks, but at aleast people asked if you were ok.
I think ladies with babies get a free pass on falling on their butts. People offer to help and seem generally concerned. Know what I would get?? People pointing their fingers mockingly and a bunch of hysterical laughter.