Fall from grace

I cannot believe I forgot to write about my grand exit from church on Sunday! It was the BEST!

So I had Case and Tess out in the hall for the last little bit of the meeting since they were being noisy. When church ended, then, naturally we were among the first ones out the door, so people were spilling out the doors behind us. Case broke free and made a run for the parking lot, heading right for the path of a large pimped-out truck. Of course, this is the stuff of a mother’s nightmare, so I (leaving Tess behind, mind you) run for Case and scream “wait wait wait wait!!!” like a banshee. Now, when I say run, I really mean hobble because my knees are crap and I look like an 80 year old grandma when I run. Add to the mix that I’m wearing these wanna-be cowboy boots (oh so stylish, but not really made for moms to wear while chasing a 2-year-old) that have one of those angled heels. So I reach Case just as he’s about to run in front of the truck, whose driver had seen/heard the banshee-that-was-me running, and stopped. When I stopped to grab him, my feet kept on going (please note: no-tread soles and blacktop do not provide any traction) and I was laid out flat in the middle of the church parking lot. My feet had knocked Case’s feet out from under him as well, so he hit his head before I was able to scoop him up. We’re lying there together in the parking lot and a lady came to our aid. To my relief, no one else seemed to have noticed. At least no one would look at me. So I wasn’t too terribly embarrassed about this.

Wow was I wrong. Fast-forward to last night. We were at our church Halloween party and Jarad was taking the kids around to the different activities. I wasn’t with him when he caught the tail-end of a conversation two ladies were having:

lady one: “…luckily she got her son, but she totally fell!”
lady two: “isn’t she the one whose husband had blood clots?”

So evidently other people saw, but the good news is that they don’t seem to know me that well. Now I’ll be known as “that chick who fell trying to catch her son” rather than “that lady whose husband had blood clots.” Hopefully I'll never be known as "that woman who should NEVER have had so many kids!"