Because Moving Five Kids Across the Country Isn't Excitement Enough

Today's adventure: sustaining bodily harm! Picture me up on a stepstool, teetering on tiptoe to reach boxes on a high shelf, crashing to the ground under an avalanche of pink dresses. And then erase the picture, because that is NOTHING like the way I managed to hurt myself. I leave all the high-shelf-reaching and heavy lifting to my friend Lisa, who (amazingly) loves me anyway.

Nope, I was doing something even more dangerous, more foolhardy: I was walking.

To my driveway.

Carrying nothing.

And I tripped, because I am Grace personified, and fell hard on my knee.

And my wrist!

Plot thick enough for you? Seriously, did someone sign me up for Survivor: Suburbia and not tell me? Is it like a Truman Show thing and there are hidden cameras in our mirrors and stuffed animals? I really hope not, because I am nursing the baby right now and taking no pains to be discreet.

Anyway, all the teddy bears are in a box, so that'd be a really boring show.

But the sidewalk cam got quite the little scene: the quintessential pratfall. Walk, walk, walk, splat. No reason. Shoe caught on, um, air? I don't know.

I am fine. I think. It sort of hurts a lot when I walk up and down stairs. Or kneel. But there's no kneeling in Packing, right? Oh bwah ha ha I crack myself up.

Okay, yes, I may be getting a teeny bit punchy right about now. (My poor mother, who is here to help: THAT'S the person to feel sorry for.) But really, I don't think there's anything to be alarmed about. I think I bruised my knee and it'll be fine in a few days. Say by the time I hit Indiana. I'm pretty sure I'm going through Indiana. As I recall, the route I'm taking goes through some spectacularly beautiful hill country in southern Indiana. Anyway, it's not like I'm going to be CLIMBING those hills. Just going oooh pretty between rousing choruses of "You're Never Fully Dressed Without a Smile."

But back to my Hard-Knock Life. The wrist, hmm. It's sore. Don't think it's sprained or anything. Just ouchy. I took the precaution of wrapping it with an Ace bandage just because I'm doing all this box-lifting, but I really think it'll be fine in a day or two.

Which is good, because a day or two is all I've got left. Packers arrive on Monday! MONDAY! I am doing the MOVE version of cleaning up for the cleaning lady: madly packing before the arrival of the packers. But I have to, of course, because I don't want them to take all the wrong stuff.

Okay, the baby's asleep now and I'm going to go put her to bed. And then I am totally going around the house and checking the appliances for cameras.

Comments

[xixi]

oh gosh, i don't want to laugh, but someone falling is ALWAYS FUNNY

[Christine M]

Hope you're feeling better - and check carefully for those cameras!

[Mary G]

And I thought our move was memorable! Definitely a "was anyone watching" moment!

Blessings on a safe (in more ways than one) and uneventful journey....hope to see you in Denver.

[Angel]

LOL I can empathize about packing for the packers. Our last move we let the movers pack everything and we just found a whole bunch of wedding present-type knicknacks in a box of bathroom items. I guess they thought we needed a little man and wife statuette near the medicine cabinet???

Hope the knee and the wrist get better!

[Mary Beth P.]

Don't forget the ice and ibuprofen (it's safe while nursing)- it will keep the swelling down. We don't want any inflammation interfering with the remainder of your packing (and oh, yeah, your MOBLOGGING)! NO, but seriously, hope you feel better.

[Lisa]

You are my hero, Lissa! You were even before all of this . . . but when I came in the door yesterday morning, knowing full well all the details of your madness this weekend and asked "how's it going?" . . . you greet me with a big grin and "Great"! Great?!
WOW! Either you have finally lost it or you are AMAZING!!! You are amazing.

Your sense of humor never lets either of us down. I'm so grateful for you!

[Paula T]

Your post brought back memories I was trying to repress! A little while back, I fell, too. I was dropping my car off at the garage down the street from my office. I was walking towards the door to give them my key and - BAM - I'm on the ground. I was supposed to walk to work after, but was so upset (actually, embarassed and mortified, plus my knee really hurt) that I called DH. He picked me up and dropped me off at work after dropping DS at school. I honestly couldn't tell you when the last time I feel before that had been.

I can, however, tell you when the next time was. Same day. I'm walking up the driveway from my office to pick up my now-repaired car on my lunch break. AGAIN - I fall for NO REASON. Didn't trip or anything, just ended up totally sprawled out on the pavement. Of course, it's lunch time, so there's a whole line of cars waiting to turn on the road there to see me. You know, not one person rolled down their window and asked if I was OK?