This morning I slipped on my daughter’s homework folder and came down on my tailbone. Hard. Like, really hard.
In the moment it felt like slow motion, like a cartoon fall. I swear my legs were as high as my head before my body hit the floor.
It happened right in the door way to the kitchen, and the kitchen tiles are higher than the hardwood floor of the living room. That intersection is right where my tailbone landed.
To say it hurt would be a grave understatement. Holy shit, was it painful.
I lay on the ground for a long time, hyperventilated between sobs. My husband and kids were freaking out. It was kind of awful.
But at one point my son reminded me to take deep breaths. “Sniff a flower and blow out a candle Mommy.”
I did and I immediately felt more calm. I was able to gain control of myself and eventually I even managed to roll over.
I’ve been lying on the couch a lot, with a cold pack under my butt and back. Thankfully we had my husband sleep in my daughter’s room last night, in an attempt to get him a good night’s sleep, so is well rested enough to manage the kids with little assistance from his banged up wife.
Ugh, so not how I wanted to start the weekend.