The ladder we have is only three steps high. Still - I needed to get ON that roof. Just Amelia, Andrew, and I were at home, so I looked at Andrew and said, "Throw all your body weight on this ladder and DON'T. LET. IT. MOVE." I climbed up and then tippy toed quick on the top you-should-never-use-this-as-a-step rung and shot myself up on the roof. The exhilaration I felt when I realized I was not dead or broken was fantastic.
I got all the clips on and then needed to help the kids unravel all the lights. Umm...this meant I needed to get down. Andrew said jump.
Me: "Uh, that's a lot of weight flying at the ground, buddy."
Andy: "Oh yeah, and you have bad knees."
Me: "And a bad ankle."
I sat. For awhile.
I pictured stunt men and thought about tucking and rolling.
Seriously.
Then I laughed at myself.
If you know me well - you know I am uncoordinated. In high school I accidentally gave a guy a bloody nose as he attempted to flip me over his shoulder.
I eyed the unstable 1 inch wide top of that ladder about 5 feet below the rim of the roof. Again I said, "Throw all your body weight on that ladder Andrew.....you too, Millie!"
It was crazy. It was stupid.
I made it down.

