Warning: This post is strictly to whine and moan about the pain I'm in.
Ouch! (I'm being polite)
I was trying to be careful. I was trying to be quiet.
I left my coffee in my 17 month old sons room and it wasn't until he fell asleep for an unusual morning nap that I realized I needed to sneak back into his room.
My husband told me to make a fresh cup. I could get it later.
But it was my Southern Pecan coffee. And it was still warm.
I needed to get it.
I waited a good LONG five minutes until I knew J was asleep. Then I made my move.
The plan was simple:
- Get in.
- Grab the coffee.
- Get out.
My husband was in the computer room and immediately heard the tumble. He thought it was our son taking a leap of faith. Nope. Instead it was just me. And all he could say was: I thought we discussed this and you'd make another cup? All I could do was laugh at the moment because I felt ridiculous, and then cry because I felt ridiculous, and I was in pain. I think I bounced three times, my butt to my waist, to my neck. They all hit the stairs.
I DID manage to save some of my coffee though, AND it was still warm.
My husband helped me clean the wall while I mopped up the stairs. I needed to change my clothes (I guess it was time to get dressed anyways). It wasn't until late last night that I realized how much coffee had spilled on me. Our bedroom smelled like pecans. I could have had a candle burning, it was that strong.
I should have known better. Today I'm regretting the decision I made yesterday. I think I would need to take a handful of aspirin to make my body stop aching. Or maybe a steamy bath in a claw foot tub. Oh I wish I had one of those right about now...