The Fall

It is no secret that I'm clumsy... I fall - a lot!  I skin my knees about as much as a seven year old learning to ride a bike.  We keep a surplus of band aids and peroxide at home - not for the two boys in my house, but for me.  It is kind of sad.  I even fell the first day at my job and had to learn to file an Alabama Accident and Injury report on myself - how embarrassing is that?  I tried to get away with not telling anyone that I was hurt, but there was blood dripping down my leg under my pants and it was a few hours before I could run to the store and get some band aids - that has to be the most embarrassing first day EVER!  So, tripping and falling isn't anything new to me - I'm pretty used to it.  BUT I will tell you, I've never had a bruise like this one:

This lovely black bruise is located on my right thigh.  I fell yesterday - off my six inch porch with ten grocery bags and my work bag that holds my purse, planner, lunchbox and another binder that I carry.  The worst part of it was that Mark and Parker had come out onto the porch to greet me and saw the whole thing.  I knew it must have been a pretty bad landing when I looked up at Mark to see if I was okay and he wasn't laughing...  Parker had started to pitch one of his two year old fits and stopped in his tracks and I was sitting there in the dirt, hurting and doing EVERYTHING in my power not to cry.  I'm not a crier but I do have a tendency to cry when I fall - I'm not sure it is because of the pain or the sheer embarrassment of it... I'm sore today - my legs hurt.  I pulled a muscle in my calf on the other leg - how, I have no clue... I really hope to NEVER have a bruise like this one again - it is HUGE and hurts!