Stupid

 There are days when I really can’t stand myself. My mind is always so scattered that I can’t remember what I said or did. I lose my keys at least once everyday and sometimes even leave my keys sitting on top of my car. Sometimes that happens all night long. I love God so much for watching my back and allowing no criminal to walk past my drive way and take the perfect opportunity to steal my car. 

Today takes the cake though. I’ve complained about Ian’s need to crawl and the floors. So….. I have been letting him crawl around on the bed the last few days. Today we were playing and he was crawling to the edge of the bed and trying to look over. He did this last night trying to get a toy off of my night stand and so today I was telling him how high we were (about 3 feet) and that it would hurt if he fell. He of course doesn’t understand as much as I like to pretend he does so he just kept going, and I kept letting him look. The last time though, I didn’t have enough of a grip on his sweaty legs (fever from teething) and he slipped right free from my hands and fell.

He fell into a laundry basket full of laundry which would have helped break his fall, but it also had picture frames in them that I asked Scott to hand on Monday. The frames resulted in a scratch down the front of his face and a knot on the side of his head. The scratch starts at his eyebrow and goes straight down to his cheek. Praise God he must have closed his eyes on his way down. 

Why did I let him do that? I basically dropped him! What was I thinking? He’s fine and is crawling on the floor right now, but I can’t help the way I feel. I really messed up.

Oh, and Salem’s temperature is holding strong between 102 and 102.8. Bleh.