It's the End of the World As We Know It...

Please, God, for my sanity.... please spare Sassy from any sort of legitimately painful injury, ever in her life. Please.

Yesterday, I picked the girls up from MDO and we walked out of the front doors of the church. It was very sunny, and Sassy was, for all intents and purposes, covering her eyes. There are two very small steps, you know... the kind that have neon yellow paint strips slapped on them so as to ensure that you see them. I'm sure you can see where this is going...

No sooner do I say "Watch your step, sweetie," does she completely walk off the steps. And she falls. And she screams.

I whisked Little A to the side and ran forward, expecting to see her teeth lying on the pavement. Low and behold, her face was fine. Her hands were fine. Her elbows were fine. She had a little, eensy weensy strawberry on her left knee and a slightly more substantial scrape on her left ankle... para-talofibular joint and wrapping around to the lateral malleolus pretty much where her ankle bends.

I beckon to Lynzee to come outside and spare Little A from complete and total abandonment as I carry Sassy to the bathroom inside the church to clean her up. Still screaming like she sustained a compound fracture, I try to calm her and reassure her that everything will be all right. Long story short- I had to carry her to the car and then carry her inside the house.

We cleaned the scrapes well, put on some neosporin, and even some special My Little Pony band-aids. She insisted on calling Daddy to tell him about "her bleed". Then, she called Nana. I made her a "pillow bed" on my bed, popped in Ice Age 2, and brought her ice cold water and some goldfish. She rested.

Later, she continued to refuse to walk. She assured me that she could not walk because she had a band-aid. I tried to use the argument of, "Mommy has a band-aid... see? (Show thumb). I can still walk!" Sassy maintained that she, though, could not.

She refused dinner. She had a melt-down short of the apocalypse when we even suggested a bath. No bath for her- that would require the removal of a band-aid. Does this sound a bit familiar?

We were even 45 minutes late for preschool this morning because Sassy wouldn't walk around the house. Her leg hurt too much. The only way I coaxed her to go was the fact that they were having an Easter party.

On the way to preschool, she informed me that she was going to "Show Santa my bleed when it's Cwismis." And, knowing Sassy, she will still be talking about her bleed at Christmas, so all is right in the world.

Wish me luck this afternoon!