Feeling dumb

OK, so I know most people don't follow blogs anymore, but I have always used this as a journal of my events in life anyways...so even if no one else sees this, at least maybe one day I will look at this and still chuckle. 

Sunday night I was running away from Steve so that he had to take care of Tyson in the bathroom, and at the same time laughing my head off, when I started running down the stairs in my socks(now picture we only have 6 steps, compared to the many steep stairs we had at the place before).  I hit the second step and next thing I knew I was flying through the air trying to grab on to the banister, or get my footing back.  I hit the edge of the bottom step and then boom down on the hard tile on my butt.  Now unlike college when I did almost this same thing(which if you have my sister in law Kristy tell it you will laugh until you pee your pants, ok maybe that is just me).  I was hurt pretty badly.  Instead of moaning, I was sobbing and screaming in pain.  Steve quickly ran down to try and help me but I couldn't move, the kids all started crying and screaming, Steve quickly ran to calm the younger ones, while I tried to put on a big smile for the others and say mom would be ok.  Steve asked me what I was doing going downstairs anyways instead of going to bed, and I said I was thirsty(our kitchen is downstairs), and he said well that is what you get for not wiping your son's butt.  Funny guy...:)  Then Tyson overheard the conversation and while Steve was trying to get me to be able to slowly walk up the stairs(mainly he was carrying me...my STRONG MAN) Tyson ran and got me a glass of ice water and said here mommy, now you won't have to fall down the stairs again.  

Then today as I tried to fight the crazy WAlMart crowd in Orem, as Sarah through her sippy cup of water and it busted all over the cheese aisle at Walmart, as Tyson had major meltdowns and I got lots of dirty looks for ignoring him and then as my bags broke (because the cashier tried to cram too much in a little bag) and cans scattered all over the store, and my little 3 year old had to pick them up because I can't bend over, and as 5 people passed by without helping me, I realized even more how grateful I am for my Tyson who is a huge help while I am unable to do things with him like normal(like wrestling or even snuggling), even with his tantrums.

Now 2 days after the incident of the stairs I struggle to sit, push, carry, drive, or walk for a long time I think of how lucky I am to have a family who cares about me.  I have a strong, husband who carries me up stairs, I have kids who bring me drinks/food when I need them, picks up cans for me,  I have kids and a hubby who watch the kids when I can't get around, who cook me dinner, who clean the house...I am truly blessed. 

And as I look back at my mishaps it makes me realize I am thankful for so many things in my life, Especially a loving Heavenly Father who blessed me with the gospel in my life and because of this gospel led me to the most incredible man in the world who helped to bring in 5 of the most beautiful kids in the world.  This Thanksgiving holidays I may feel dumb for falling down the stairs, but I do know that I am completly blessed because of my Heavenly FAther and my wonderful beautiful little family.