Dropping babies and hot sauce

On Monday I took Marissa (aka Miss as Aiden calls her) for a walk in her stroller. Upon our return I was marveling at how happy and quiet she was and went to pick up her car seat (which is part of her stroller) and I instantly thought 'wow, this thing is light'. In a millisecond I realized why. My little 7 week old girl had tumbled out and landed face down on the hard wood floor. I scooped her up to quickly assess the damage that was done. She was screaming, I was crying, Aiden was completely unfazed and continued to take off his shoes and ask for something to eat.

I called TeleHealth and through my tears I managed to tell the nurse the situation. It was quickly determined she was fine, no marks, no blood, no bruising...PHEW. She was smiling and cooing softly before our conversation was over. Thank god that child is made of rubber.

I then proceeded to start dinner, opened the cupboard door and a full bottle of Franks Hot Sauce came hurtling out and smashed all over the floor. Now, for someone who has only ever had linoleum flooring having glass and ceramic meet in such a fashion was quite surprising. Because when I say smashed I mean this bottle was completely obliterated upon impact. I had glass and hot sauce the length of the main floor. I had a few choice words to yell as I felt my blood pressure rise and squeeze whatever area of my brain that controls the number of F bombs you drop when your children are present. It took 20 minutes and a full roll of paper towel to clean up. 2 days later I am still sweeping up small bits of glass.

Shortly after that our neighbour was outside with his little boy and Aiden wanted to go say hi. As he was running across the lawn he was yelling "mommy broke a bottle of red sauce and then said a bad word". I smiled, too tired to explain. Shut the door and then poured myself a glass of wine.