The sun was out, there was a breeze, it wasn't too humid...it was the perfect night for a post-school playground visit.
As I shuttled LP, AK, and their various lunch boxes, bags and linens out to the playground, I waved to some friends, and was eager to relax on a bench and catch up.
And then my heel got caught.
And I went down.
Fortunately I was able to cradle AK and no part of her body actually hit the ground. This was confirmed by another mom that actually watched me fall, helpless. AK did cry, but from the fear of watching the pavement rapidly approach as we fell as opposed to any injury.
Of course, since protecting my baby was my number one priority me knees and other body parts were not so fortunate. My ego and pride were also injured in the accident. Further exacerbated by LP checking in with me from the slide every two minutes, "Mom, are you okay?'