My little girl turned three yesterday. I had lots of fun things planned…and we didn’t get to do any of them. At 2:37 a.m., she fell out of her bed (which is barely two feet off the floor) and fractured her clavicle.
If I’m absent for a couple of days, you can guess why. If I’m not snuggling a sad little girl, I’m probably running her to the orthopaedic surgeon.
Not that snuggling is doing much good. Every time I touch her she cries. Awesome. Makes you feel like a worthless parent when your soothing has the opposite effect.
I hope you all have a great Valentine’s Day and can actually touch the people you love.