Maybe two is perfect.

Two is the new six for me, in regards to children. I tried three this weekend and ended up in the hospital. Here’s the quick version: My oldest sister, Angela, is in town and brought her little munchkin too. I thought it would be a brilliant idea if I tended her this morning so she could sleep in. My sister was a little hesitant having me tend all three, but I was SURE that it would be no problem. Skip forward an hour later. Vienna is sleeping. Ethan and Alyvia were happily playing while I was showering. Then they weren’t happily playing. So I jumped out of the shower (dripping wet) and picked both of them up (since when did I think I was She-Ra?). Somewhere between the master bedroom and bathroom, I slipped and wasn’t able to balance myself with the two toddlers being almost half my weight. I hit my head on the tile. Apparently, very hard. I began to black out, but I kept focusing on two things: 1) I don’t want the kids to be in a room with running water and 2) I don’t want emergency personnel to see me naked. So I got up to the spinning room. The kids were fine, but blood was all over and the sounds of the fall had woken my sister from her sleep and she came screaming downstairs. Luckily, she is a doctor… granted a tooth doctor, but still a doctor. She knew just what to do. Stitches, CT scan, and a concussion later, I am completely fine. Good as new. The only hitch is that I can’t go to sleep for twelve more hours. Hence, me writing on the blog. No need to ask how I am. I am completely fine. I felt so bad for myself that I had two ice cream cones today and ended up buying myself a new coat online. I will post a photo soon. There rarely is something that I love more than a great coat. I have quite a collection of coats. It’s a pity I don’t live in Minnesota or Russia.