Super

I was told once that I need to, "rejoice in my successes more often."

Here goes:

About 5 minutes ago I was peacefully sitting on the couch feeding K her bottle . . . when suddenly A slipped . . BOOM . . . blood gushing from his lip amid screams for help . . . then R was yelling, "Mommy!! Poo Poo!!"

I calmly (somehow) set K down (she proceeded to scream of course . . . a lot . . . she is a talented screamer), grabbed A and R and hustled to the bathroom where I stood A in front of the sink (he began to scream more at the sight of his blood) and set R on the toilet. Tended to A. K still screaming. Finished up with R. Finished up with A.

Blood cleaned up. A with ice pack. R is relieved. K drank the remainder of her bottle.

I. AM. AWESOME.