Ouch

I believe my kids, and possibly my darling husband too, thought I was making my twisted ankle a bigger deal than it really was, so yesterday morning I showed everyone the 3 inch long x 1 inch high bruise that I had discovered just under my ankle bone.  I don't think I ever twisted my ankle bad enough to bruise before.  (At first Pete thought it was dirt instead of a bruise - No, son, I wash everything when I shower, I don't get a dirt line on MY feet around the top of my shoes) It's amazing how helpful everyone became after that.  "No, Mom, you just sit there, what do you want for breakfast?" "I'll get that, Mom, don't get up."  It's kind of nice to get taken care of once in a while when I am usually everyone's care taker.  It's getting better.  Walking doesn't bother me too much until the end of the day.  Stairs are hard all the time.  And it hurts more to touch it right now than to put weight on it.  And before you say it, Dad, I know "So don't touch it"  Thanks!  And to add insult to  injury - lliterally - both boys told me they have stepped in that same hole before.  HHMMMM.  And no one thought to fill it in?  Nope, they didn't think of that.  I know what they are going to be doing tonight between the rain drops!