This morning I decked it coming down my stairs. I got past all the wrestlers on my top landing. Reaching my next landing I thought I was safe. My youngest son had placed a football boot against one of the stairs coming down onto the next landing,. Decked it means I fell. In a second I’m over on my ankle & on my knees with my head banging against my 2 cupboard doors. My 13yr old helps me up & I come into my sitting-room. I made some amount of noise. Puppy had even came upstairs to see why I had let out such a yelp . The indignity of it all. Kids all looked at me with shock rather than the laughter I would have heard if eldest had been up. Ankle is sore but its not anything that’ll slow me down.
I should be in full panic mode. Youngest son is 9 next Saturday. The following Saturday I have something else on so this weekend is my last one off Mummy duty for a few weeks. Weeks without a break from my children. I’m feeling panic for other reasons though. I long since figured that as a human being I can only panic about one thing at a time. Its a clever safety mechanism. The panic I’m currently in isn’t a huge problem. Its one I’ve created for when my stress levels are low & I’m in need of crisis. It just a low level that gets me anxious enough to keep my mind busy lol.
I’m feeling a bit deflated today. I haven’t had any caffeine at all today so maybe thats why. Missed my McD’s but that a whole other post. I’m off & rushing.