I fell down the stair. You read right, stair.
Picture this: Walking down stairs, holding Maya, wearing flip flops. Ely is shampooing the tile floor at the bottom of the stairs. On the very bottom stair I loose my balance. I grab onto the baby gate, heard it crack under my weight, and decided to let go...those baby gates are expensive and didn't want to break it! As soon as my flip flop hits the wet tile, I slip. There is no stopping me. Somehow I twist around, doing the splits, protecting my clueless baby from the fall. I, on the other hand, bit it...HARD. I can't express to you how much pain I have been in this week. You would think I had been in a car accident. I have some muscle relaxers, but they just make me sleepy and who has time to relax with 4 kids?