Tender Care has always been a place that I could not live without. They were there for me when my children, ages 1 and 2, had to suddenly attend day care all day while I went to work. Any problems I have they will bend over backwards to accommodate me. This is not a post about how terrible they are, it is a post about how spoiled my children are (I'm thinking they spoiled them and not myself). It was Wednesday afternoon. The sky was dumping a plethora of rain that day. I went to the beloved Tender Care to pick-up my prides of joy and when I got outside and opened the umbrella they both clung to my legs in fear that a drop of rain may fall on them and perhaps cause them to dissolve. My legs were trying to walk down the steps but children were gripping them so instead I tumbled down to the nice puddle of mud/water. My khaki pants were now black on one side and I felt like I had broken my patella. Catie screeched, not because her mother had just taken a tumble, but instead because she was getting wet. My sweet Bucky asked me if I was ok, which made me feel like I was succeeding at least 50% with my parenting skills. The best part about this entire story is that NO ONE saw me. Thank the Lord that I am able to get by this tragic event without someone else being able to enjoy the scene. I have posted some pictures to show just how wounded I was from the event. I wish I could take a picture of my pride. Later that night Catie helped me put my band aids on which was comforting.
Tender Care has always been a place that I could not live without. They were there for me when my children, ages 1 and 2, had to suddenly attend day care all day while I went to work. Any problems I have they will bend over backwards to accommodate me. This is not a post about how terrible they are, it is a post about how spoiled my children are (I'm thinking they spoiled them and not myself). It was Wednesday afternoon. The sky was dumping a plethora of rain that day. I went to the beloved Tender Care to pick-up my prides of joy and when I got outside and opened the umbrella they both clung to my legs in fear that a drop of rain may fall on them and perhaps cause them to dissolve. My legs were trying to walk down the steps but children were gripping them so instead I tumbled down to the nice puddle of mud/water. My khaki pants were now black on one side and I felt like I had broken my patella. Catie screeched, not because her mother had just taken a tumble, but instead because she was getting wet. My sweet Bucky asked me if I was ok, which made me feel like I was succeeding at least 50% with my parenting skills. The best part about this entire story is that NO ONE saw me. Thank the Lord that I am able to get by this tragic event without someone else being able to enjoy the scene. I have posted some pictures to show just how wounded I was from the event. I wish I could take a picture of my pride. Later that night Catie helped me put my band aids on which was comforting.
Your foot looks REALLY swollen...are you okay?
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