Let me repeat myself. OUCH! this morning I got up and I was in a great mood. The restaurant that rented my building is FINALLY opening, and we made plans to go eat there. After all, we have a very real stake in whether this place succeeds or not. Not to mention, when I first met the man, I described him to my husband as smelling "yummy". I am not the kind of girl who talks about guys as if they are food. When a guy is wearing a nice cologne, he smells "nice" not "yummy". But this guy smelled YUMMY. lol

I went into my son's room and woke him up, and then let the cats out of their room. I start to walk downstairs, and I hit the step wrong. I slid down all 12 steps, hitting every one very hard. At one point, I slowed down and my brain was preparing to stop. The rest of my body decided that I was only about 4 steps from the bottom, so I'd might as well keep going. My body ignored my brain of course.

My son is standing at the bottom of the stairs, very wide-eyed, and he asks me if I'm ok. Because he tends to be a worrier, I lied and told him I thought I was ok. I was able to stand, so I guess that all things given, I am ok. It still hurts though. I asked him later what he would have done if I could not get up or could not answer him. I expected him to say that he would have gotten the phone and called 911, since we've taught him that, and repeated the message several times. He didn't answer the way I hoped. Good to know that if I was lying at the bottom of the stairs he would have continued on to school. *rolling eyes*

I expected to have a bruise from my neck down to my lower calf. So far, there's a couple of large, but barely noticeable bruises. They may yet develop. It hurts to move, but if I sit still, I get very stiff. Right now, I am really knotting up, and it hurts pretty badly.

Because the gods are pissed at me, and they know that I'm a Leo and love my drama, they decided today would be a funny day to make my daughter sick with round two of whatever crap is going around. She was sick last week, and she is again today. No vomiting yet, but no eating either. And she's got a NASTY temp that I'm keeping an eye on. It could be worse. If she were vomiting, I'd have to clean it up, and I can't move right now. Thank heaven for small favors.

I call my husband and tell him about how life is going before 7:30am. I STRONGLY hint that today would be a great day for him to take a sick day. He informs me that there is no such thing as sick time at his workplace. Now, I knew there was no formal sicktime, but I also knew that they have let him in the past. Apparently things have changed. It is on days like this that I think America is the most ass-backwards nation in the world. There is nothing on the books that says his company has to let him take a day off when his wife falls down the stairs and his child is running a 101+ fever. I could have landed in the hospital and he would have to take the day unpaid. At least we are progressive enough that he wouldn't get fired for coming to visit me. (Read the dripping sarcasm.) Hell, they don't have to give him a day off EVER. Thank you Senators. At this point, I think I'd go become a prosititute in Germany, 'cause at least then I'd get sick time. Of course, I might REALLY need that sick time with such a job, but at least I'd have it.

Needless to say, we won't be at the restaurant opening. This is a small enough town that I am terrified it will send a message. "Oooh. The owners don't even believe in it enough to bother showing up on opening day." My message if I did show up would be my daughter's overwhelming support of the food when she upchucks all over the table, in full view of everyone.

Geez. I think I'm going to take up drinking as a pasttime.