Thursday, August 22, 2013
You know when your kids seem to hurt themselves every few minutes? At first you're full of sympathy. After awhile you get to the point where you can only say, "shake it off, you'll be okay". Well, I got a taste of that the other day. I misjudged how far I needed to stoop down to walk into the playhouse. I smashed my back quite spectacularly on the door frame. As I lay on the ground gasping for breath, Sammy says, "get up, you'll be okay". Which, as it turns out, is the last thing you want to hear when you're hurt! My bad, girls, my bad!