I was suppose to work this past weekend. I never made it to work...

And it all started with a poopy diaper!

My grandson is six months old and starting to eat solid food. Apparently his digestive system is in fine working order because he produced an OVERFLOWING amount of poop Saturday morning. My daughter and I were oblivious to this when she picked him up out of his bouncey seat and cuddled him in her arms. Suddenly my attention was taken away from the computer when she yelled....MOOOOOM! come help me! She had taken him into the bedroom to change him, and realized she was covered down the front and on her arms with massive amounts of baby poop. I came rushing in to help, and got covered with baby poop too. Now, I have a weird sense of humor...and when I saw the look on the poor little guys face (astonishment best describes it) I started to laugh...and my daughter, who's sense of cleanliness far exceeds mine, began to dance around going...ooooh, ooooh, yuck....!

I remained calm, told her to go run a bath for her and her very messy son...and I would finish the diaper clean up. I got that done, her and him settled in the bath and returned to my computer. Now, there are two little girls aged 5 and 4 taking this all in...and being the normal American family that we are....the bathroom became the gathering place for these two sisters and the messy baby boy and mom.

All was well, until I went in to gather up the now clean and very wet little boy so mom could finish washing herself up. As I turned to walk away from the tub with said baby in my hands, I tripped over the five year old who had sat down right at my feet. Not wanting to crush the six month old slippery baby that I had in my hands, I buckled my knees and held him up like an offering to the gods. Instead of crushing him, my full weight came down on my unsuspecting granddaughter, my foot still wedged under her (backwards somehow) and there was a large crash followed by a scream from all three of us at once! My naked daughter jumped from the tub...and as I cried, the baby cried and my granddaughter cried (all very loud and piercing) she took the baby from me and attempted to remove her daughter from under me.

The four year old, being the wise little girl she is...ran for the cell phone.

It was the most pitiful sight I could ever imagine...and once I knew the baby and the five year old were not hurt....just scared beyond belief...I began to laugh. That is until when I tried to stand up...I realized my big toe on my left foot was throbbing and very weird looking. My daughter continued to assess and console the kids and being a great multi tasker...took the cell phone from the four year old and called her husband who was across the street helping his dad with an outdoor project. When my son in law came in...he saw a naked wife, holding a naked baby, and a his daughter clinging to her mother - looking at gramma on the floor laughing and then crying, alternatingly.

My poor son in law didn't know whether to get his wife a towel to wrap in or console the crying kids until he realized his father was in the house and coming to the door of the bathroom to see if he could help. Yes, we are normal folks. That is if you have any doubts. The towel was grabbed and wrapped around baby and wife.

Now, I do not like to run to the doctors for everything....but when my son in law tried to help me up, I realized I was hurt. Not your run of the mill hurt...but PAINFULLY hurt. I agreed I should go get x rays.

My son in law is also a knight in shinning armour type....and offered to carry his mother in law to the van for the trip to the hospital. lol....no way! There are four stairs going down off the porch and I had visions of falling again, this time with my poor son in law under me instead of one of his offspring!

We made it to the hospital, I was given some pain pills and since I very rarely take even tylenol - let alone PAIN PILLS...I was soon looped! There were kids running all over the place, I was trying to keep my elevated foot from being knocked into...and my baby grandson was wanting to nurse...so he could make another poopy diaper...since the last one made life so interesting, I guess. lol We sat there for four hours. X rays can be painfull...when your hurt body part is twisted and turned in several directions. Pain pills apparently wear off after four hours.

My toe was not broken, but was badly sprained. I was given more of those strong pain pills to take home...and we all ended up asleep in front of the TV....with me in the place of honor....the EASY chair...with an ice pack on my elevated foot.

The next morning...as I attempted to walk across the living room on my crutches...I wobbled a bit (woozy from Vicodin and still hurting toe) and Kayle, the five year year old I had landed on the day before jumped up from the floor where she was coloring...and ran for the couch. I looked at her and she had a look of fear on her face...and said to me....I don't want gramma to fall on me again!

That was my weekend....how was yours?