On Thursday afternoon, I fell down the basement stairs while carrying my Dyson. Don't worry the Dyson is fine. My poor rear end, however, is not. It is broken and has a crack in it.
I have bruised my tailbone and I can't sit for very long. It has made blogging nearly impossible. Thank goodness I have my iPhone so that I can keep in touch with the outside world while not sitting directly on my bum.
The reason I was carrying my Dyson down the stairs was because I had company coming. Imagine how upset I was that I couldn't finish getting my house ready because I couldn't bend over and walking was rather painful.
Note to my in-laws: If my house was not as clean or organized as usual, it is not my fault.
Thursday night, Calvin took over. He went to the store, cooked dinner, cleaned up dinner, got the kids out of the water outside (dang puddle) and then got them ready for bed. At 8pm, he collapsed on the couch and asked....How do women that work outside the home do that?
Mom's are awesome! What can I say?
So....our visit with the family went great. We ate well and had a nice time.
Alex thinks Poopa's beard is scatchy!
Nana wishes she had a sippy cup!
Three generations of Fred!