Well, hello again...

didn't think I'd be seeing you guys so soon.  I mean, it's been what...  six months?

It happened this weekend.  My first week as the new Preschool Director at Milestone Church went without a hitch.  I love my new job!  Then Sunday came.  The BIG day.  Or as Eric likes to call it, Showtime!

I almost made it through the entire first service without tripping over myself.  Then.... SPLAT.  I KNEW I SHOULDN'T HAVE WORN THOSE SHOES!

the culprits

But, alas, bad decisions reap consequences.  I know most of you are thinking what everyone else has been asking regarding my decision-making skillz:

What exactly were you thinking when you selected those shoes out of your closet? Clearly, I wasn't.
Were you conscious? Not really.  I hadn't had coffee.  AND I was rushing.
Were you half asleep? Perhaps.  It was quite early.   
Was the light in your closet not working?  Har har 
Where was Eric and why didn't he put a stop to this? (yeah, ok, no one asked this.  Really the only sliver of blame I could even attempt to re-direct to someone else.)
Doesn't your role require a lot of walking and handling little ones?  Why, yes it does.  And after all, this IS my most comfortable pair of tall shoes.

After the fall I walked around for a few minutes trying to convince myself the "pop" I heard when I tripped was merely an air bubble.  And the pain was really more of an itch.  Yes, despite overwhelming evidence I did not just break a bone.  De.ni.al. [dih-nahy-ul]

But then I caught myself hopping on one foot and figured it was time to face the music.  I sat down in a chair, and hark!  My foot was slightly swollen

And despite my argument that anything can be healed with an Advil and Windex (what movie?), my sweet friend whisked me away to the ER

Thankfully, it was a clean break of my fifth metatarsal (the bone that goes up and connects to your pinky toe.)  No re-setting, no surgery, no amputation.  Simply an ice pack and 4-6 weeks in a boot.  Breaks are common in this bone.  Oh, wait, YES!  I've done this before!  How, you ask?  Oh, same thing.  Wearing a pair of wedges and tripping over my feet.  But that was college.  I've learned to walk since then... so I thought.

The doc tells me I'm going to live, but Eric went through my closet and wiped out all my heels.  He told me that from now on I'm only allowed to wear these

So, am I the only klutz out there or do any of you share my shoe woes?