Ouch! Did it again...

We've been on a spring cleaning binge at our house this week.  It started inside, necessitated by an unexpected babysitting visit from our friend's two sweet kids.  This week, after a four days of rain and a day of sun,  the snow has pretty much melted away, with the exception of a patch out back where the trees keep the shade on it. The outside yard was a mess, between the regular winter ravages (deadfalls, leaves and garbage in the ditch) and reno mess left over from the fall.  We were tackling it for most of the afternoon, when my son popped up from the basement witht the dreaded words, "Dad, there's water all over the basement floor".  Arrrggg!  So we hopped over to the dollar store for a bucket, scrub brush and cleaning supplies, and then over to Kent's Hardware for a Sump-pump and hose.  Water was quickly drained out the back window of the porch and so, (with great misgivings on my husband's part), the two of them went off to bible study.  I, being the dutiful wife (stop your laughing now...) , would pop on downstairs on a regular basis to make sure that everything was draining, that the hose was still in place, etc...  Bob called during breaks to make sure things were fine.  They arrived home and I was on my way back down to the basement when, jumping down the 2' drop at the bottom of the stairs, I went over on my ankle and fell down, resulting in a scraped knee, cut finger and sprained ankle (thankfully, not too bad).  I called Erik (since I knew Bob was out of hearing range, and he came downstairs to help me hobble back up and to the  couch, where he wrapped my ankle and knee in wet, cold cloths and got me a pillow to put up my foot.

I've done this before and even have my own crutches, but I am a little anoyed with myself, since we have so much planned for this weekend.  It's Easter, my dad's B'day, Feast of Fools and Church Poluck, all on the same weekend.