Bad Mommy

I have been having a bad Mom kind of week. First I clipped Shayla's leg in one of her onesies. Then she had a clumsy kind of day and kept falling hard on asphalt while we were walking places. (Of course we ran into my little old German lady neighbor. Who we only seem to see when Shayla has just fallen or is tired or is crying hysterical for one reason or another. I swear she is going to call Child Protective Services on me.) Shayla was left with a big goose egg from that day.

Then she was watching cartoons on the couch and I guess she thought it would be a good idea to fall face first into her toy bin on the floor. So we added a few more bruises. But wait, it gets better!

Shayla woke up Friday morning having slept in a poopy diaper all night long. Her bum cheeks were about the color of a fire truck. So she ran around naked all Friday.

But the best moment of all was when she fell down the stairs yesterday. Yes my child fell down the stairs. Well actually she fell down A stair. Just one. This of course was right after I was bragging to Jon about how well she was doing on the stairs. I didn't think too much of the spill until she wasn't able to walk on her left foot. Luckily for me our best friends here just happen to be doctors. We didn't rush to the emergency room, we rushed to Jason and Carrie's apartment. Luckily they reassured us it was just a sprain.

Can anything else happen to this little girl? I'm afraid to ask... Bad. Mommy.