A couple of days ago, when I painted the trim around the doors, I twisted my ankle. I had opened the double doors to paint, and forgot that the step only was in front of one of the doors. It isn't a problem most of the time, but it is when both doors are open. My foot caught the step on the edge, my ankle twisted, and I fell onto the brick porch. Fortunately, I know how to fall and only have a slight sprain and little scrapes on my elbow and back. I'm so thankful that I didn't get hurt worse.
Unfortunately, even a slight sprain hurts and is slowing me down. I walk for awhile, but then have to elevate and rest it. We had house church at our house last night, so I overdid it while cleaning. I'm paying for it today. I was able to go to a couple of stores with Hubby, but had to go home because of the pain.
I've also been hormonal and emotional too. I had a good cry last night when I took some books to the library late at night. I was holding it in too long, but it's hard to show negative emotions around the kids. It really throws them off. But just like I know my ankle will heal, I know that the feelings of inadequacy, tiredness, and sadness will pass. Things will get better.