It finally happened. After almost two years of going up and down our stairs multiple times each day while holding C, without falling, my streak ended.
This morning, as we headed downstairs, I picked her up to carry her (you know, so she wouldn't fall) and, with four steps left, I slipped and we tumbled down to the floor.
I'm bruised and beaten up, but C doesn't have a scratch on her. I feel like I passed some sort of protective mother skills test. Do I get a patch or something?
Pass the Advil, please.