Today was one of those days where I have no right to complain - lots of semi-fun shopping errands and both of the kids were "otherwise occupied" through most of it - but, after a bad night's sleep last night and a very busy day - by the time 7pm came around, I was ready to soak in the ambience of a clean house, Harvest candle, first fireplace fire of the season, a new Gooseberry Patch cookbook, and the pattering of rain on the roof.
But, (and you knew by the title there would be one), it wasn't meant to be. Around 7:30, Mikayla went into her room, we heard a crash and then wailing. John arrived first on the scene, was rattled by the blood coming from her head and led her into the hallway. I took over with a washcloth to the forehead wound and "assessed the damage". Yep, nasty forehead gash which resulted when she tried to climb her antique cabinet/armoir (that we keep pj's in and other things), it tipped, and the decorations on top fell cutting her.
Long story short and five stitches later, Mikayla is cozied up asleep in a beanbag with the very stuffed animal I denied her (during a monumental tantrum) at Walmart this morning. Brayden really stepped up, it's nice to know that in an emergency he is very sensible and sensitive - and extremely protective of his little sis.
So, all is well again, almost everyone is asleep - and I think I'm going to pop a couple of Advil PM and join the rest of the party..... the candle's been extinguished, the fire is out, the rain has stopped, and the cookbook can wait.......