They Don't Call Me Grace For Nothing

Ya know how you tell your kids, don't do something, like say, climb on the rock wall cause the rocks will slip and you could fall and bash your head in on the concrete?  Don't climb on the rocks over and over and over, to the point your youngest exclaims "We Know!" "DON'T CLIMB ON THE ROCKS, GEESH!"  Throws his hands up in the air and walks around the rock wall 27 times while playing soccer in the front yard.  The type of warning, which being the parent  you should heed, but you don't?   Well last night about 6 p.m. I looked out our front window and noticed our rake laying in the yard.  I tried to ignore it, but then thought, what if someone thinks it is part of the big item citywide pickup and takes that rake?  Also, it's in the front yard, just laying there, making the place look junky (along with our brown and green striped couch and yucky twin mattress) and a total disregard for our house tools! Damn kids!  So I march down the stairs and out the front door, minus my shoes and bra, I want you to get a visual here, sorry I mentioned the unmentionables.  I was in my sweats and t-shirt and favorite sweater and socks.  Then I realize the yard is a mini pond and I don't have my shoes, but man the RAKE! In the YARD!   So I gingerly step on the first rock and make my way all Ninja Warrior style out to the big rock in the front yard, reach over, grab the rake and about bust my ass in the yard, I risk getting my sock wet and step off to catch my balance.  Then I turn around (now picture Kung Fu Panda in the beginning of the movie) carrying THE RAKE!  and step back onto the rock then take a faceplant, two or three feet to the concrete stairs.  The rock crashes to the new concrete below, I land on my knees and wrists.  So it really wasn't a face plant (Thank you lord for small favors) more of a knee/ wrist/ finger plant.  So I crawl into the house and start screaming/ crying for Jacob to get my husband.  Aaron comes upstairs, helps me get to the couch, ices down my leg, and I am still crying.  This was worse than childbirth, then I remembered I had drugs, so I couldn't really compare it to that!  Needless to say I made it through and my lovely husband informed me if it was broken I wouldn't have made it into the house.  Then proceeded to tell me he heard some loud crash and thought Holy Smokes someone actually came and took that ugly couch.  So he looked around the side of the house but didn't see anything and went back to grilling and drinking his beer, in peace, until Jacob came running.  He said I was totally getting an idiot award card for this little move.  And to top it all off Ben says, "Mom you aren't supposed to walk on the rocks, you could fall."  Nothing like being made an ass in front of your kids and husband.  I guess I made believers out of them though. 
Anyway, my knee is a lovely shade of purple, my back hurts, my arms and wrists hurt, and my middle toe hurts.  Go figure. Sooooo how was your Monday evening?