Clutz

Today is a classically bad day. Not quite awake yet, I reached above my head for a tissue to blow my congested nose. Instead, I knocked my iPad off the shelf and it landed square on the bridge of my nose.  I cried out in pain and Ben leapt up to give me a bandage for the bleeding.  

Barely awake, I had the privilege of changing a complete blowout in three directions from Sam's diaper.

I iced my nose while cooking pancakes to keep the swelling down. Meanwhile Sam was in destruction mode and pulled one of my casserole pans off the shelf, shattering it.

I forgot I had agreed to say the opening prayer in Sacrament meeting today. Good thing I got there in time, and found a flesh colored Band-Aid instead of the purple rocket Band-Aid I was wearing earlier this morning.

While holding Sam on my lap at church, he jerked his head back and smashed it into my larynx. This kid. Sigh.

I'm so glad to be home and so glad that Ben is here to help with the kids. Only minutes away from quiet time Jack is drawing pictures. He drew me this cat named "Book "and it has an owie on his chin, "like you have an owie on your nose." (B-A-E-C is book)

Then he drew one with my name on it for good measure.

Call me Rasher ;-)

That was going to be the end, but he just came over with a third cat.  "Mom, did you know that I know how to spell butt?"

 Fantastic.