I woke up Thursday morning feeling tired, but good. I was tired because I had about 3.5 hours of sleep. I just couldn't sleep. Don't know why, but I couldn't.
So I take my oldest to school, but realized once I got him in his classroom, that we had forgotten his Chapstick at home, but I had another in the car. So I ran back up to the car, in the rain. The ground is soggier than a piece of bread left in the bowl for french toast. We have had so much rain in the last week, it is UNBELIEVABLE!
But I slid.
I slid far down a little hill.
And then my left knee hit the ground.
I am still sliding away here.
Then my right leg does this weird little twist thing, and I am still sliding.
And then I stop...about two feet from a huge puddle.
Nevermind that I just slid about three feet - while still on my feet, and then about five feet on my knees.
I was embarrassed. Very, very, very embarrassed. I had just said to my son two minutes before that we needed to walk very carefully because the ground is soggy and slippery.
I get up and pick chunks of mud and grass off my knees and between my toes.
Yes, my toes. Because see, here in Oregon, if you are an Oregon born-and-bred girl, you don't use an umbrella (unless you are escorting your child somewhere - but it has to be pouring down rain), and if you are into Birkenstocks, chances are you don't wear socks. I own a whopping four pairs of socks at the moment, and three pairs of trouser socks for my Dansko clogs.
A dad had missed the show, but three women had seen it all. One of them is the mother of a boy in my son's class, and she happens to have been a year behind me in school when we were kids. The entire time I am sliding, I can hear one of the women, Jacquie, yelling my way, "Melanie! Are you okay?" Yup. All okay, just very embarrassed!
I give my son his chapstick, drive back home, and go back to sleep for a few hours. I was dead tired. When I finally woke up, I had a sore throat. Seriously, what is up with that? Didn't I just wrote about STILL having a little bit of a cough left from my cold I got a few days before Christmas? Yes, I did.
Anyway. I went about my day, and then the soreness kicked in.
And then the soreness was even worse this morning. And it is still kicking my butt. My legs are sore, my back is sore, even my butt is sore. I never landed on my butt, but I must have been using the glutes for something when I was doing a new version of "Slip and Slide", which I swore off in the 3rd grade because I kept spraining my wrist. I am just thankful for not wearing my Dankso's. Had I been wearing them, I probably been a little more than sore today. I probably would be sitting here with a cast on my leg - which is what I heard happened to another mom earlier this week. She slipped on the same patch of grass and cracked her ankle. Eeeks!
I just want to be cold free for at least two weeks. I have a lot of sewing to get done, and I need to get a bunch of my pictures moved onto this computer.
So for now, I cross my fingers and hope that I don't slide down any more grassy hills, or get any more sore throats.
I need to set a goal of how many bags I want to get done by the 31st. I have that showcase on Etsy on Feb 1, so I need to be ready to go.