Yesterday while standing on Trinity's toy box to close her blinds, the box tipped over throwing me to the floor. I did a good job of not landing on my belly yet hurting my foot quite a bit.
Today as I am carrying a 26lb. toddler to bed and walking down 17 stairs, I just about step on a rolling pin. Why would a rolling pin be on the stairs? Good question. It appears my son has made a fine habit of emptying my kitchen drawers onto the stairs.
...and so the timeouts begin.
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