Well, I must be getting pretty prideful and horribly haughty!
Actually, I had thought my life had gotten a little easier. I have been caring for some of my grandchildren; different ones on different days, but not really any days off. My son was bumped to second shift and I suddenly found myself with 2 1/2 days a week without children!
I decided to clean and organize my bookshelves.
When we built our addition in 2004, my dear sweet husband built me a wall of bookshelves - all the way to the ceiling. These tough and sturdy shelves are two books deep and I file them just like the former library assistant that I am. Fiction is alphabetically by author, vintage children books and history at the very top and non fiction to the far right.
I was moving along on my ladder, one set at a time. Moving all the books to my dining room table and the top of my toy shelves.
Scrubbing the shelves and letting them dry.
Dusting the books, sorting, culling, and re-shelving one section at a time.
I was going like gang busters! Up and down the ladder, books piled here, books piled there. Gleaming shelves!
And then it happened. I had just gotten to this point - ready to start shelving M-P when
Well, actually I don't know what happened. I felt myself slipping with an armload of books. I fell toward the counter of the bookcase striking my left elbow and hand and bounced toward the sofa on my right. I thought I could catch myself, but pitched into a wooden bench striking my right hip, my legs tangled in the ladder, my foot then striking a chair and then I landed on my stomach on a box of picture frames.
Unbelievably only bruised, nothing broken.
But I am not sure when I will be finishing the bookcase project.