Well early this morning after washing the dog, I fell in a hole and twisted my ankle. F**K F**K , was the first thing to come out of my mouth, I had to sorry to my girls who were listening. I crawled over to my daughter in the pram, I laid down cause I knew I was about to faint. I told my 3 year old to run up stairs and get daddy. While she did this I started to call out to my husband, he was still in bed. Well do you think he came to help me? Nope. He was still asleep even after a forced myself up a flight of stairs WITH a pram and a child in that pram.
It F**King hurt.
My husband now feels very terrible for not listening to our daughter when she came to wake him up. Oh well, I'm okay now (still hurts though). |