so i've been running around like a mad woman, emphasis on mad, today to get ready for the graduation reception after church this evening.
(you are reading the time stamp correctly. i am blogging about 10 minutes before services starts. because of my madness, i'll be lucky to make the reception tonight. service was just too much to ask. unless it's OK to go to service stinking, in sweatpants and with tear-stained cheeks.)
let's just say i found out a little bit late that i was to be in charge of the reception and what exactly i was required to do in order to prepare.
add in a 15 month old, a 3.5 month old and the fact that i'm 7 months pregnant, and the likeliness of a smooth-running day is nil.
anyway, we were tying balloons when i discovered that stairs are my new enemy.
ellie has just recently figured out how to crawl up (read: UP) stairs, but, until today, would just stand on the edge of said stairs and whine until someone came to rescue her. it was not yet an idea in her pretty little blond head to attempt going down stairs.
she was playing on the stage while we were tying balloons on the floor. it seems the temptation of balloons was enough to give her the courage to try down.
all i saw was a contorted body and flailing limbs followed by the sound of hysterical crying.
after letting out what i'm sure was a ridiculous, desperate-sounding "Jesus!" i scooped her off the floor and ran into the hallway. by the time i made it out the youth room doors, i was sobbing. harder than ellie. much harder.
i went to the sitting area where i checked her for any broken bones or bleeding through my tears. she calmed almost immediately while i continued to sob.
it was so scary and that combined with my exhaustion and frustration over the day was just too much. it was a bone fide breakdown.
she looked at me like i was nuts until delana came to remove her from the danger by taking her to the office.
i realize this is just the first of many tragic accidents, most of which she will undoubtedly survive with nothing more than a scrape. she does have a little one over her right eye from today, in fact.
but i'm gonna have to get tougher. it's that or a heart attack. i was terrified.
NO MORE STAIRS.
or mommy's gonna go into labor from stress.
what a stinkin' day.