...and on we go

It was rainy on Tuesday. I was recovering from a very bad charlie horse in my right leg. (ok, when I say bad, I mean horrible weeping over the top nasty). I went to my mom's house to deliver her Mother's day gift. I made her a video of my sister and I when we were children, which my husband restored all of these old pictures. (not that it really matters what I gave her because that is not the point, but I am pretty proud of it) SO anyway...it was time to leave and I had changed both younger children into their pajamas. I did not want to have to deal with their shoes being on when I got home so I decided that I would carry them out. I took Liam out first and recognized that the deck stairs were slick with water. I put him in the van and went back for Sean. Mom wanted me to carry a couple more things and thankfully I declined because I turned to go down the stairs with Sean and slipped about the 3rd stair down. I twisted my left ankle. I continued down the stairs and got Sean into the van. Mike and my Dad put the rest of the stuff in van for me (which was really nice). My left ankle was throbbing by the time that I got home. I put both Liam and Sean to bed and fell into the living room chair gratefully. Mike was kind enough to get me an ice pack. I put it on my ankle but honestly it could have gone either way because the right leg still felt bad.
So for the next couple days I was a little laid up. I mean that I could move but honestly I just did not want to. My right calf felt like fire and my left ankle looked like a balloon. It was pretty miserable. The kids were great and my husband...he was amazing. Icing, wrapping, rubbing.
Tonight I am back at work and it feels good to stand. It is 5am and my left leg has started to swell a little but the right one is holding strong.
I am glad that I did not drop Sean coming down those stairs. I look back at when I took Liam down and I know that I thought to myself that this was not a good idea, that I should use the inside stairs. I didn't, I don't know why. I think that sometimes I need to pay a little more attention to that little voice. The one that warns us of impending danger. I think that next time I will.