My life is week upon week of ho-hum

punctuated by a few days of HOLY SHIT!!!!!

The last few days have been of the latter variety. Alannah was bouncing on the neighbors trampoline and ended up with a broken arm and pins in it. Fortunately, a broken arm is ALL she ended up with.

I don’t think I’ll ever be able to erase the vision of my babygirl walking down the street holding her arm and crying. Y’know that backpack full of parental guilt we all carry? Yeah, that one. Mine’s now a 12-piece matching set with custom locks on every case.

She’s resting as comfortably as we can make her, and she’s REALLY digging being waited on hand and foot. When the stitches come out and the cast goes on, the party will get kicked into high gear.

The boys handled me being gone quite well. They went to sleep in Mom’s bed, and then Mom put Dan in his own bed later. My boobs were about to explode with milk when we got home, but Joe handled me being gone all night well. This is a good thing – it means that I’ll be able to sleep in my bed all alone sooner than I thought.

And so, dear Internet, I bid you a very exhausted

Good Night

On this day..

• Unconscious Mutter - Week 267 - 2008
• Halfway done. - 2007
• What a craptacular day! - 2004